Kin

The book lying open in her palm was a light paper back, but she held on to it as though it were leaden weights. She licked her finger, turned a page and…

Dusk: Folu

***Nervously wrings hands and walks into 19th Street, HighlandBlue, slowly and unsure*** This is my first time writing for people to read (I am used to saving my writings, always unfinished), so…

Day 24: Mudiake

“….young  winged things, fluttering forsaken in the twilight.” – George Elliot (Silas Marner) The true beginnings of many natural and earthly things are often steeped in hope. Like a new born child,…

Day 11: Nugwa

12 months, 365 days, what defines a year? The rotation and revolution of the earth and sun? Or the haphazard journey through the time space continuum which our lives experience. When Efe…