Mr D'deke's African song

Jacques Clef is the first m a n to have touched my breasts. He is a doctor here, the one I have worked most with. I have watched his blunt fingers dig into raw wounds, cleaning away maggots and worms, probing for shrapnel, sawing through bone, stretching lacerated skin back over a tattered mound of flesh now the end of an arm or a leg. Until five days ago, as I watched his fingers knead the flesh of my own body, I had never seen his hands against pale skin...