Can you imagine that it wasn't only me this has happened to before? You know just like you I thought that it was only me until I saw him smile at me...Read more

CHAPTER TWO: Gentle Hands Saturday mornings in the Mofolawe household had always followed the same rhythm. By seven o'clock, Chief Mofolawe would al...Read more

His sister was raped. She was never the same. The years passed, but time healed nothing. Her laughter disappeared, her eyes hollowed out, and one ra...Read more

It’s late, but never too late to write. I must say, this is nothing like the others. This is a confession—straight from my heart to this pocket-size...Read more