A BEGGAR’S PLIGHT 

My name is Aminat and I understand only a few things. I understand that I have to wear a 'sad look' to every figure that passes by me and that i have to hold on with a firm grip to their hems so they can bless my hands before I let go.  I hear you … Continue reading A BEGGAR’S PLIGHT 

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MISCHIEF AND MISDEEDS

Papa had always been the silent one among my parents. He was calm like the caressing breeze of the night; as gentle as a dove and as harmless as a lamb. He was the sort that could never hurt a fly.  Whenever Mama nagged about our mischief and misdeeds to him, he would keep mute … Continue reading MISCHIEF AND MISDEEDS