Khaddafina Mbabazi

Jul 9, 2024 | pshares.org | Khaddafina Mbabazi |Rebecca Makkai

IIt was possible, Mara discovered, for the smell of one place to cross oceans and airspace. One particular aroma—a drift of leather—had recently become a frequent guest, emerging for the first time in a long time on a cool July afternoon, as she sat on the balcony of her old flat in Bunga. It appeared again one September morning, while she sang a blues song in the shower. And again, days later, at the farm where she tended to her vineyard of citrus and passion fruit.