“Even hens want something”
The words echoed in Chali’s mind. He remembered how, back at the school farm, the hens always clucked louder when a stranger walked by. Not because they were angry—but because they wanted to be seen, protected, and kept safe. Even hens, small and feathered, needed care.
Now, frogs had gathered from every corner of Lake Victoria—green ones, blue ones, brown and spotted ones. Tree frogs, mud frogs, frogs who liked to hide under leaves, and even frogs who only liked to listen. All of them had come because tonight was special. He watched their faces as he walked slowly.