TRANSLATING MY WORRIES INTO SOMETHING MORE PALATABLE by Charlotte Akello

Mother asks if I can go and stay with my uncle, I know widows swallow responsibilities that their husbands died from and sometimes their eyes hold death/but they know they are the only hope; I want to tell her no/I want to tell her guys are not being trusted/that sometimes blood becomes the thing thatContinue reading “TRANSLATING MY WORRIES INTO SOMETHING MORE PALATABLE by Charlotte Akello”