Barna and I
by Elnathan John My mother never liked her. Or her mother. She would always hesitate a few seconds before saying “Mhmm” when Thandiwe knelt down on one knee to greet[…]
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Are we listening?
Are we listening?
by Elnathan John My mother never liked her. Or her mother. She would always hesitate a few seconds before saying “Mhmm” when Thandiwe knelt down on one knee to greet[…]