Share — Okut Oloma

THE OLD DAYS IN KATHIENO That place, where our wombs were buried And in tiny steps we tottered into the world Half naked ,we followed our mothers to the stream Our eyes drowning in tears at being left behind. Those days,when abada silenced our cries As mothers went to the market To buy mbuta for […]

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