"A False Thief" : A short story by David L. Lukudu (Soudan du Sud)

Sokiri was dressed in a red shirt and a pair of green trousers. His eyes were bloodshot and weary. His hair was sparse and unkempt. On his feet was a pair of tyre-sandals locally made in Konyokonyo market. He had never imagined he would wear those out of date things again but for some desperate petty thief who had broken into his hut, about three days earlier, and had stolen the only pair of shoes he had.

Sokiri was almost the only living creature moving along the road, may be it was because many of his people had migrated to Northern Sudan. His legs kept on carrying him from one side of the road to the other as he trudged on from the direction of Hai Game market. Red dust rose and settled wherever he stepped on the gravel road. He shook his head bitterly.

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