Pink

The first day I met her, “beautiful” was the last thing on my mind. The dress she had on was terrible and her face told the same story.

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Chasing Dreams

The Mpeasem villagers couldn’t remember the last time the sun’s rays were so harsh and Kwakyewaa couldn’t have been more glad. The icy feel of the wind against her cheeks were getting too familiar. Continue reading “Chasing Dreams”