Chapter Four As the sun is coming out and my work shift is ending, when it is the end of James and Tariku returns to life, first thing I do when my car I turn in the direction of home is to throw away the Venti Starbucks cup. That cup which for my whole night … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Four
Chapter Two Ay dear Hiwot. Sometimes I think she is trying to make me lose my hiwot. How, I ask you, can one grown tall strong man of many responsibilities, like me, stay alive the whole night with just this one little sini that holds two mouthfuls of buna? And today, that woman, she tells … More 1-800-Abol: Chapter Two
In a city renowned for its seafood, you’ll be hard-pressed to find a lemon or a lime. Walk up and down the length of a fish market in your neighborhood, inhaling the putrid air, and you might stop once or twice on sighting small green round things. But they are some family of orange, certainly … More No lemons in fishland.
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