Chapter 2: Gondolo Continuation
There I was, standing still, blending perfectly into an outfit the sun had never laid eyes on. The moon hung low—a pale lantern in the sky—casting long shadows across the dusty path to Amai Ozuna’s house. Beside me, Nkhanga tapped the soles of his gondolo shoes together nervously, producing a soft clink… clink… clink that … Read more