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Bibi [MultiFormat]
eBook by Mike Resnick & Susan Shwartz
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eBook Category: Science Fiction Hugo Award Nominee, HOMer Award Winner, Nebula Award(R) Nominee, Locus Poll Award Nominee, Asimov's Reader's Choice Award Nominee, SF Chronicle Poll Winner
eBook Description: Jeremy Harris is an HIV-positive American living in Uganda to help the millions of Africans who are suffering the same fate. There he discovers a local legend of an old woman who has been known to cure people of the disease. The authors make a vivid portrayal of living with HIV, and all that comes with it.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Asimov's, 1995
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2004
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [418 KB], eReader (PDB) [71 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [60 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [55 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [90 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [125 KB], hiebook (KML) [146 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [88 KB], iSilo (PDB) [51 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [63 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [91 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [88 KB]
Words: 17994
Reading time: 51-71 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The camp lay 40 kilometers due west of Moroto, in the blistering heat of the Karamojo country. Even the flies had become lethargic. Dust devils swirled across the empty landscape, red and angry, reaching hundreds of feet into the startling blue sky.
Two boreholes supplied water for all the tents. One teased them with cool, clear water for two or three minutes at a time, then went dead for half an hour or more, while the other offered a slow, sluggish trickle of warm brown liquid.
"Wake up, wake up!"
A weight landed on Jeremy Harris's cot, and a child shrilled in his ears. Translating the child's excited Swahili automatically, Jeremy fixed his tormentor, not four feet high, with a bleary eye, then glanced outside. What the hell was the kid doing waking him up in practically the middle of the night?
"Dr. Umurungi told me to fetch you. You remember old Kabute? He died around midnight."
Jeremy remembered the man: not forty yet impossibly aged, almost mummified, in the final emaciation of the AIDS that threatened to finish the job in Uganda that Idi Amin began and Milton Obote had carried forward. They died. Sooner or later, everyone died.
The child's eyes reflected awareness and resignation: he'd already lost both parents to the disease and was HIV-positive himself. It would be a miracle if he reached puberty. Forget AZT: the relief workers were happy if they could provide three meals a day.
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