My Journey #7

2007. I’m 10. The air is so much more ‘strange’ in this strange bird of the sky. I’m expressing my joy in words and laughter but for some reason i can’t hear myself talk so i talk louder. “Wena…. sung’yangisa (you are embarrassing me)” she says, nudging at my stomach in a strange way forContinue reading “My Journey #7”

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