Yesterday was Theirs they bemoaned Guma's...fall Today, ours we tell of Mbalom's... unripe pause; and Tomorrow, sure, shall be history's reawakening in Mama's four forks for ours is a land...
When we become old grannies and age disrupts our memories, Let us remember our napkins and where we began our stories. When we become youths and pushed by peers to...
There is something about poets that makes them gods. It is not the relativism of their works or their verisimilitude. It is not the aptitude of their word usage or...
I was a happily married lady. I had the husband every woman prayed for. Mike (my husband) was of average height, dark, rich and so caring. He worked with the...