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the machete, the pounded yam, the prophet

He opened the door and slipped into the house. It had been  sixteen long months. he had counted. He missed his wife he hadn’t seen her . He wanted to see her and he wanted to… he grinned. She won’t be sleeping this night. And the baby… he wanted to see his baby. He imagined… Continue reading the machete, the pounded yam, the prophet

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