He cooed over our newborn and gently stroked his cheek, smiling in unabashed adoration.
Read MoreI wondered what Mama was protecting about my late father. What dirty linen had she discovered and hidden before anyone came across it?
Read MorePapa had asked mama to make my hair in a special way; so instead of six cornrows, she made twelve and added green and blue beads to the ends of each braid.
Read MoreShort fiction by Moses Abukutsa
Read MoreShort story on love, freedom, family, and marriage.
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