FURS THAT STING [Part two]
The man felt the ignominy of losing his child, on grounds that seemed an eternity to all. He rose, took out his cap and strode around the compound. The headstone shone with a carefully inscribed palindrome: the name of his child, who died three days ago.

FURS THAT STING [Part two]

By Borusei Kipkirui, Bomet, Kenya I never cared. Women are just some lumps of poisonous vipers moulted on a doves beak. I know you have ever seen women, who in…

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FURS THAT STING
The man felt the ignominy of losing his child, on grounds that seemed an eternity to all. He rose, took out his cap and strode around the compound. The headstone shone with a carefully inscribed palindrome: the name of his child, who died three days ago.

FURS THAT STING

By BORUSEI KIPKIRUI Some memories are hard to be kept without scorching one’s heart, and one particular memory etched in his mind. The sun blazing hot, sweltering temperatures on that…

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