She was from a poor family. They lived in a two-roomed house in Bwaise that would flood whenever the rains…
On days that seem to go on and on, I cannot imagine sweating over a charcoal stove trying to cook supper,…
First Term: March This is not it. This cannot be it. It’s not what is written in all those novels….
Continued from day three SANDRA Sandra sat on the ground listlessly staring as the paramedics lifted Kenneth’s body from the…
8:00am It has been brought to my attention that my fiction has been rather dark lately, between evil Boris Kodjoe…
I am very proud of myself. I’m all patting myself on the back, I made it to day 3 y’all!!!…
Day Two I started to write fiction when I was a teenager. At the time I thought I could write…
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