05 Dec “When Water Burns”: Telesa Vasa Loloa

That’s when the world changed. Irrevocably. The banded sleeve that marched up his arm and spread over his shoulder. The fire tattoo with my name imprinted at its heart. All of Daniel’s tattoos began to burn, to light up with eerie blue glow. “Daniel?” The urgency of...

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24 Nov Screaming Mothers. And Humming Daughters.

Me and my Beautiful Mum.Dear Big Daughter Sade,This morning I was helping your grandmother prepare for a night of literature and dessert at her design store cafe - Plantation House. She had invited forty guests and was getting rather stressed about the upcoming event. She'd...

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