Prose, Short Stories

“Poverty had stolen her beauty”

I could vividly recall that faithful day as I waited for my bus to depart for Sukka, a small but industrial town in O’gu, famous for its cottage industries especially shoe making. The fifteen-seat minibus was sparsely occupied and the driver wasn’t going to depart until it was full, until we begged for space, until his mental quota was achieved, and until his bills, rent, food, children school fees, were paid. Time was on my side because it was going to be a long journey. In the meantime, my eyes feasted on the vicinity, on the boisterous activities and madness of the motor park.
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Part of Living in the Sky Poetry Collections

A city of stars.
Renowned, and father of legends.
Mother of countless folktales, folklore and mythologies.
An habitation of ancient relics.
Antiquities and castles.
Diversity of tongues, languages, cultures, and apparel.
She is beautiful to behold, and constantly smells of sweet scents of fragrance.
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Coming Soon: Poems

Coming Soon: “There is no place like home”

Part of Living in the Sky Poetry Collection


“Home” means different things to different people. defines homes “as a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household” and “the place in which one’s domestic affections are centred.” To some home is with their family, with pets, and with friends. While the office and business could be home for others. Where is your home?

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