How quickly laughter turns to weeping smiles to dust longing, to leaving sunset, to rust.
There’s a big fat sign in the corner of my blog. Have you noticed? This is the blog from the Storymoja blog this week. I have been struggling valiantly to read Dust by Yvonne Owuor. My cousin has hailed it as one of the greatest novels of its time; she says something about nuances and […]