I was hiding behind the coral to eavesdrop what they were saying about the disease. I didn’t want to be seen worrying, so I could lie to myself that I’m wasn’t. But the dread was in the water. Any one of us could catch it. It was a friend of a friend. A week after he came back from his trip to pacific, he started to lose scales. His sisters collected every one of them and swam from village to village asking witches if they can put them back. Some tried to help, but most wouldn’t even listen. ...