In the depths of the city's shadows, where darkness mingled with desire, a tale of redemption and unexpected encounters unfolded. It had been three long years since the devastating ordeal that left her bereft of family and possessions, consumed by the merciless flames. She stood at her customary haunt a place where the dance of despair and longing intertwined. The place where she waited for someone to carry her through the night, seeking solace within her bossom or perhaps a glimmer of hope. Beside her, the flickering lamplight cast ethereal shadows, hinting at the secrets and whispered promises that danced on the night breeze. Little did she know that this night would be different, veiled beneath the cloak of a peculiar stranger. As she stood there, casting her gaze upon the familiar faces of her regular customers, a man approached her. Unlike the others, he remained silent at first, his smile reaching his eyes as if he could see into the depths of her soul. His eyes, like
A feast was thrown and I was the centre of celebration Mind you, I wasn't the celebrant But I was the object of merriment Not for my strength and wits Not for my upright stature But they feasted cos they had finally won so they thought What a pity— not for me For the sky can never meet the earth What a waste of feast By: Sambasy