When there was love, I saw the clouds Clear like the sweet spring water Leaping, joyfully from rocks, Falling, washing pebbles white, And rushing to feed unknown lands
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Day: Oct 30, 2019
It was evening when I reached Mazi Kenem’s house. Father had asked me to return a basket borrowed from the old man during the new yam festival. It was an old basket, most of the raffia used to weave it was damaged. The evening breeze and cloudy skies painted a vague but hopeful imagery in […]
