The Adroanzi of Lugbara Night Roads
The sun had just slipped behind the rolling hills of West Nile when little Arikoko hurried along the dusty footpath that led from the millet fields to his village. The night was young but the shadows were already gathering, thick and watchful, as if the world itself was holding its breath. This was the hour when the Adroanzi awakened. Arikoko
