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He pulled off his glasses.Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. His complexion was very dark, like old bark, and the hair that covered his chest and legs was a lustrous, darker shade. "Good afternoon, sah! This is the child," Ugwu's aunty said. He was not sitting upright but slanted, a book covering his face, as though oblivious that he had just asked people in. Master sat in an armchair, wearing a singlet and a pair of shorts. They went past a sign, ODIM STREET, and Ugwu mouthed street, as he did whenever he saw an English word that was not too long. Ugwu wondered if she, too, could feel the coal tar getting hotter underneath, through her thin soles. His aunty walked faster, her slippers making slap-slap sounds that echoed in the silent street.
He would never be able to describe to his sister Anulika how the bungalows here were painted the colour of the sky and sat side by side like polite well-dressed men, how the hedges separating them were trimmed so flat on top that they looked like tables wrapped with leaves.
He had never seen anything like the streets that appeared after they went past the university gates, streets so smooth and tarred that he itched to lay his cheek down on them.
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