DEATH AT THE END OF THE BOUGAINVILLEA by Jacque Ndinda

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You saw her once, somewhere in the face of a woman standing on the street. Her hair, combed out into a fro. Broad shoulders, her arms heavily veined like yours. She was looking away. You were tempt…

Samuel Maina‘s insight:

When will you give us a book? You make me want to disappear into a face.

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