For as long as she could remember she had been dancing to the rhythm of her demons. Sometimes they'd grant her respite and she would feel the illusion of control so much so that she could almost taste normality. Sometimes she would forcibly take her own respite and with wanton abandon refuse to follow her … Continue reading #52essays: Demons
#52essays: #Foodie
I think of you often throughout the day But it’s when I sit at my dining table that I think of you the most To say that I love food and feeding people is to speak a half-truth You eat, and you relish in whatever I place in front of you I don’t pray often, … Continue reading #52essays: #Foodie
Musings of An African Woman 