The Ghost of Elephant Island!
The Ghosts of Elephant Island! Ama sat on the ground, her chin resting on her hands, watching her grandmother stare out the window. The golden light of the setting sun bathed her grandmother’s face, but Ama could tell she wasn’t really here—not in their home, not in the present. She was somewhere else, somewhere vast and distant. “Nana?” Ama’s voice was gentle, hesitant. “Tell me about your trip.” Her grandmother blinked and turned, as if just now realizing Ama was in the room. She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh, my dear, the Sahel was beautiful. The sky stretched endlessly, the earth shimmered under the sun, and the wind carried the scent of acacia and dry grass. And Ecofest—it was alive with music, drumming, and laughter. People came from everywhere to celebrate the land and its resilience.” Ama scooted closer. “Did you see any elephants?” A shadow passed over her grandmother's face, and the light in her eyes dimmed. She shook her head. “No, Ama. There are no ele...