It was easy to do, for the next day Mwita took Fanasi with him to look for lizard eggs. “The bread is getting stale. Ugh,” Binta complained as she bit into a piece of the yellow flatbread. “I need some real food.” “Don’t be such a princess,” I said. “I can’t wait to reach a village,” Binta said. I shrugged. I wasn’t looking forward to other villages or towns on the way. I had a scar on my forehead to show that people could be hostile. “We have to learn to live on the desert,” I said. “We have a long long way to go.” “Yeah,” Luyu said. “But we’ll only find fresh men in the towns and villages. You and Diti may not mind staying away from them, but Binta and I have needs, too.” Diti grumbled something. I looked at her. “What’s your problem?” I asked. She only looked away. “Onye,” Binta said. “You said when you were little, you used to sing and owls would come. Can you still do that?” “Maybe,” I said. “I haven’t tried it in a long time.”
