To be a Writer – Issa Dioume

Read in the bus,Read in the waiting room of an interview for a better job,Read while treading tar-black bent sidewalks to a less enjoyable job,Read from a hospital bed dressed in white,Read from your dank prison cell,Read in the dark and in the silence when no one can know you like to read in your … Continue reading To be a Writer – Issa Dioume

Arrogantly, I mocked the palpitions of a coutryside girl's heart. her straw hat, her earthy gaze, looking into my steely own, I felt superior to someone of the birthplace of all the food I eat. I mocked her for not knowing what a Starbucks was And when she tried to teach me how to grow … Continue reading