My story.
“The upendo in this room is just stunning me with joy and hope!” I alisema to all of my family and friends. “And hope, and zaidi hope!”
“Yue, it isn’t like the world without hope is going to kill you,” Mai alisema putting on another kanzu, koti of her black lipstick. “I mean all these years I learned to deal with it. Just suck it up, and give everybody a hug. Not me, I’m clean,” She made a kuvuka, msalaba with her index fingers.
Azula stood and gave me an embracive hug. “Welcome to the family, sister! We will be glad to include wewe in our...
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