My family always retire home for Christmas. The journey buds quiet but crescendos as we causerie over the changes that have dotted our small town.
My father would then tell his story of change and it’s tide. […]
That day, Gertrude invited us three, her loyalists to a causerie-session over lunch. It appeared she had an urgent announcement so I couldn’t stop my legs from going.
“….We’re trying again… With IVF…” was […]
For years, no answer came. I wrote to my father in Ghome about my decision to major in photography in Europe.
I had come on a scholarship to study Economics, but at an African cultural museum, eureka struck me […]