Dirty Diana
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Dirty Diana

I shook her hand and kissed her cheek.  She put me to shame. Her skin – a baby’s bottom didn’t hold a candle to its softness, smoothness, texture. By comparison, I was made of steel wool, and it made me shudder as our faces touched. Had she always been this pale? Well, pale. Can one … Continue reading

African Stories
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African Stories

I shook my head as i watched my father give in to his inquisitive urges, “where are you from? Ghana?” he asked the cashier at Carl’s Jr. “Ivory Coast”, the man replied. He was short, kind-faced, looked to be in his thirties. “Where are you from?” he asked. “Sudan”, my father replied. “Aah, le Soudan…. … Continue reading