When an Elephant Cries

I had been looked after by a witch doctor, endured the shame of being named Odur for rubbish pit, following the incident of my umbilical cord and placenta, when the government official turns up and gives me another name, “Munu,” which in Acholi is for white man. In my moment of anguish, his simple gesture helps free my mind trapped in shame to wonder, and I begin to imagine the possibility out there for me as Munu.