Creative Writing

B is for Boly Lying on my back, the sky is an I-Max theater. Children giggle and cuddle next to me. Women shuffle slow to the kitchen. Nature emerges from the fields. The sounds of settling into the night come in full surround sound. The light of the moon rolls the opening credits and a…

entourage

The village welcomed a new woman this past week. Her name is Yaba Senghor, a statuesque twenty-something beauty from Mbind Farba, a village not too far from us. The younger women (20’s-30s) here arranged to have an “o tess” which I though was sort of like bridesmaids, but it’s really more a group of women who…

Friend

How does one grieve and learn how to grieve at the same time? I told them to go to the hospital. I touched her sleeping body yesterday, pinched her to see if she’d wake up. I wanted to play. They said she was sick. She was crying all night. Take her to the hospital I…