The Ships That Waited They came in the dry season of 2047, when the Sahel had already turned to cracked porcelain and the last baobab in northern Burkina Faso was dying of thirst. No one saw the arrival at first. No…

The Quiet Harvest They did not come in ships that darkened the sky. They came in seeds. It began in the fields of the Ethiopian highlands, in a season when the teff should have been golden and ready for threshing. Farmers…

The Uninvited Guests They arrived on the third day of the Harmattan, when the sky over West Africa was thick with red dust and the sun looked like a dull copper coin. No one saw ships descending. No radar pinged. No…