RUMPLED PAPERS

During holidays, mama would always send Dubem and I to visit grandma. Akwa to me was an old movie, dull and slow moving. The air there was dry and it smelt of ancient times. After our first visit to grandma, I never anticipated another. I didn’t want to see grandma’s wrinkled face hurling commands atContinue reading “RUMPLED PAPERS”

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