Danmakku

Among the other tents in a certain refugee camp - which, for legal reasons, I must label as a ‘resettlement camp’ - in a region - which, for reasons of international sensitivity, I must refer to as ‘a site of civil unrest’ - which I will deem to assign no fictitious name to, but instead afford a certain mystical quality by invoking its historic name of ‘The Disputed Territories’, within which there is a condition thematically shared by all such camps, certainly those formed as an inevitable side effect of the aforementioned ‘civil unrest’, (to wit, an unrest of laic proportions which would have preceded the requirement of such a ‘resettlement camp’ - perhaps, say, disharmony induced by famine across a land ironically abundant in natural resources, or by a conflict between neighbours previously content to live like sleeping cats amongst pigeons) an energy to continue steadfastly, and live as normal a life as possible, in spite of whatever unrest disturbed the civility in the first place, and consider that it is not entirely uncommon to find amongst such attrition and hunger a healthy birth from time to time; and on these occasions it is not a stretch to imagine that a child of central importance could eventually be born amongst the dirt and puddles, though in this particular case such a birth alas occurred on an imparticular day and a date, now lost to all records - a specificity which I hope will bear no eventual consequence to the reader, given that birthday parties are very rarely celebrated in that part of the world anyway - though I concede the child’s name (who has no birthday to recall or celebrate) is actually of central importance to this narrative, and, fortunately, has been remembered, mentioned at the head of this page, and undoubtedly shall be mentioned again numerous times throughout, therefore, we should not consider it an embellishment at this final stage to mention here once again that its name was Daniel Maku.