#TalesOfAnAfricanChristmas | Day 4 | Duplicates | by Nelson C. J.

With the scathing chill of December always comes the two mothers I own. The first one toils to turn her prim fingers into snappy bites of dessert in near perfection of our flat in Reykjavik. She, without mind, had grown a body averse to all the comfort of this town—from her smooth and hassle free […]