The streets of every city are full of unique details, chronicled narrations, and endless stories to tell.
and that’s what you find here, stories to tell.
Afrikahaus
I am marked by the colour of my skin
The bullets are discrete and designed to kill slowly.
They are aiming at my children.
These are facts.
Let me show you my own wounds
my stumbling mind
my ‘excuse me’ tongue, and this nagging preoccupation!
By Lorna Dee Cervantes