The Distant Affair
"Put the stamp on it, Kojo. That’s an order." I looked at the form in my hand, the ink still wet and glistening under the fluorescent buzz of the office. It was a pension application, Form 4-B, triplicate, for the death benefit of a service member who had not yet died but whose body was already failing in the highlands. My mother was in the hospital in Kumasi, her lungs riddled with the same...
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