A Calf Named Brian Higgins
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would be school, the clinic, the flour mill, Wilkister’s hut,
and the guy who sometimes sells bread along the main
dirt path. He would be worth a lot of points because he
would only show up on the screen from time to time. They
would score bonus points for helping with harvests and
getting medicine to the clinic. Delighted with her plan,
Hannah decided she would get in touch with Apple as
soon as she got home.
“Hey Wilkister. Have you ever heard of video
games?”
“Video game? No,” she answered.
Hannah explained about apps and video games. She
would give creative credit to both of them. Maize Maze,
created by Wilkister Omolo and Hannah Higgins.
As she walked through the wood slatted door into
Wilkister’s circular shaped hut, Hannah worked every
muscle in her face not to react. The hut was made of mud
and sticks. Maybe even some cow dung. Its tin, wood, and
straw roof was held together with sod. Hannah wondered
if it leaked when it rained. She smelled manure. She
thought of the poop-scented stickers her science teacher
had put on their homework and remembered how class
had been dismissed because the smell was so bad. This was
much worse. Mosquitoes flew around. There was a kitchen
to her left when she walked in—a counter with a bucket
of water and a tin bowl. In the corner on the ground was a
small area for cooking over charcoal.
