Father says we Marry for tradition.. Grandma says she married for tradition.. Auntie says she married for tradition.. Grandpa says we must marry for tradition.. Suzanna has to marry.. Her heart is with him.. Her hand in marriage is given to another for tradition.. Her heart is bleeding! Her tradition she must follow.. Her heart…… Continue reading Her heart:Her tradition
My name is kyakusimire, I am a village girl Don’t know much about those glittery things you call cell phones Don’t know much about talking to my friends over those “things”. My friends and I usually meet in the forest when we go to fetch fire wood. We socialize then;anticipating about the days to come…… Continue reading Village girl!
You have got to see it, Yes, it’s been used well, My wooden comb! You would think it would be more graceful as I slid it through my thick hair, my tight curls, No!, It’s brutal and it hurts! Sometimes, for my own sake i have thought of giving up my wooden comb, but I…… Continue reading My wooden comb