Then just as his mother came out of the kitchen where she’d been baking a rich sweet chocolate cake topped with fresh berries that he’d specifically requested, a perfectly shaped zigzag dagger of light struck him as he stood looking up at the darkening sky. ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGA
He’d been struck by lightning when he was 11-years-old. It happened on his birthday, while he played in a field outside his home.
Seemingly benign clouds had started to collect in a sky that had been cobalt blue for most of the day, and Maurice, a shy quiet boy who was always lost in his daydreams, had stood staring at the fascinating sky, watching the clouds and seeing shapes of animals and monsters in their morphing forms.
