THE COMFORT OF AN AFRICAN SLEEP
The cry of mothers keep piercing my ears;
The regular chants of the mosquitoes for years.
Natures’ call for procreation
Has transformed damsels into Amazons;
Sharp short sabers and buzzing wings they bear.
A whiff of darkness summons them to the theatre;
After...
The regular chants of the mosquitoes for years.
Natures’ call for procreation
Has transformed damsels into Amazons;
Sharp short sabers and buzzing wings they bear.
A whiff of darkness summons them to the theatre;
After...