" It was hard not to punch Abdou most of the time. The boy had no sense. He could stand in front of a charging lion and admire the beast's run, commenting on the richness of its mane. He could walk into a swarm of mosquitoes without a thought for malaria, drawn excitedly to the buzzing of the mosquitoes. He wasn't exactly stupid, but he was an idiot. "

― , Dominion: An Anthology of Speculative Fiction from Africa and the African Diaspora