African Literature and Lifestyle in One Pot
He was walking down the un-tarred road of Ishieke, this boy with a neat afro cut and chalk-white shorts. If there was someone walking along the street at that time, perhaps a teenager, said teenager would see him; this boy on chalk-white shorts and ripped…
#1 – On the Surface How do you tell the dead they are no longer alive? How do you plead with the beast that the mother denied? – From the tales of noon It was hot. But not scalding hot. Just hot enough to bring…
Read Break #1 here I won’t lie, the food was really good. And it’s helped me calm down too. The situation is still dire, but at least I have a better handle on my thinking. I sit down and think. There has to be…
