Bingo: The Dog Who Refused to Wait
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I am Bingo—the scarred, limping dog at Baba Sulé’s meat stall beside the mosque. Every dawn I guard the fresh cuts. I bark at flies and rude customers. I chase children who poke frozen cow legs. They praise my loyalty and preach patience. They promise a reward I never receive. I save meat from thieves with my soul and crack my throat for a dry bone. But today I snapped. I leapt for the bloodiest, fattest cut on Sulé’s table. I tasted freedom for the first time. Let them chase me, call me mad—I will not be patient again.
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