In the shadows of the night, as a roaming light hits her face briefly, I see a pure form of beauty in her struggle, like the lines across her face connect to form a map- an untold story of the places she had been and the things she had seen. A story begetting many stories that transcend space and time, for a woman, who I noticed, does not acknowledge time.
He looked up and held up his hands with one palm outstretched, while the other was balled up in a fist except for a thumb sticking out. I looked at him again and finally found the soft, innocent eyes of a six-year-old.Read more "Omo Ale"
‘Eat.’ She commanded as she turned back to the stove. Suddenly the kitchen felt hotter than usual and the first few words that came to mind were: Hell is empty and all the devils are here.Read more "Love don’t live here."