TRADITIONAL BONDAGE (4)

By Maryam Abdullahi I laid down in my wooden bed, all dressed, as it was only ten more minutes before sheshi would arrive, as usual he comes at exactly 12 noon, while I had my eyes fixed on the sluggish wall clock, I heard footsteps followed by a collective thumping guffaw, heavily, a slender voice…

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TRADITIONAL BONDAGE (2)

By Maryam Abdullahi The intense silence exposed by the night reflected too much peace which encouraged the flow of boredom in my mood. For that reason, I thought it comforting to involve my thoughts in a passionate colloquy, while I struggled for a worthy moment, a vibrant time settled in my memory. When I took…

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