The African Boy who harnesses the bedroom

They are starkly parked in narrow plastic bags- tied to a wayward stick, almost 20 flavors, in different earth colors. He neatly places them on his right shoulder, a hustle bag in his left hand, to replenish the consignment, once depleted. Today I am lucky to meet Enock, the boy who harnesses the bedroom. HisContinue reading “The African Boy who harnesses the bedroom”