those days are a tapestry of thoughts.
they came and went in different colours
like shades of blood coming monthly –
the last you saw marked the day you died.
now you live in nostalgia of rebirth…
Africans from the perspective of her daughters
those days are a tapestry of thoughts.
they came and went in different colours
like shades of blood coming monthly –
the last you saw marked the day you died.
now you live in nostalgia of rebirth…