Inyambasa

Will I ever be perfect for anything?
Am I good enough for anyone?
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Phil’s Loop

“Have you ever heard your mother cry?” “What?” She turns and stares at him visibly annoyed. “You couldn’t wait another hour or so to talk about this?” She sits up, the long black braids cascade down as if to dismiss him. Marks of him written all over her, he could smell himself off of her … Continue reading Phil’s Loop