There I stood—Ntinda’s unofficial mannequin—draped in a kanzu starched so stiff it could’ve doubled as a coffin. Auntie Carol, armed with a carnation and a grin wider than the Nile, […] More
— Laemed: A New Wave of Storytelling In a world of structured genres—dramas, comics, novels, and scripts—Laemed stands apart. It doesn’t follow rules. It doesn’t ask for permission. It flows. […] More
She wakes me with a hand that knows only giving, her voice a low hum in the dark: a mother cannot afford to rest. This is my inheritance, not land, […] More