The classroom had begun to smell; it was difficult to figure where it was emanating from. For some time everyone breathed from mouth and clipped their noses but the fetidness, as was bound reached the teacher. She cleared the air around her face thinking somebody had been eating fruit with black salt and expected the miracle of clean, fresh air in a bit. But nothing of the sort happened. She darted a questioning look…
He was sitting on my daughter’s shoulder nibbling at her shiny silver chain when her bright intricate hairband caught his eye. He moved up and tangled his feathers and tail in the accessory. Shrieks and yelps later he and we relieved him– his tail missing and a wound. I collected the severed tail in a napkin and showed him his broken turquoise quills. He recognized his fur stared for long and turned to look…
Beautiful women have cracked fingers and feet, they stink of cow dung reek of spices and salty sweat because they have to return to work right after they’ve showered– twice a day. They slog in the fields through pregnancies, birth children anywhere with little help and breastfeed their children which is but natural for them. Beautiful women don’t freak out seeing the first grey hair and the first wrinkle, they enjoy decorating themselves not as…