Scarred
Even when I think I am at peace, when I think I have healed, I find myself still thinking of my scar.
it.
be thou moved into the sea
fuck you.
HandsomeHandsome
What do you use for your head?
You don’t rub anything on it?
So how do you cope?
Socrates Mbamalu was born in Nigeria and grew up in Kenya. His works have appeared in Saraba Magazine, Deyu African, African Writer, Jalada and adda. He is a 2016 Saraba Nonfiction Manuscript prize awardee. His Saraba nonfiction manuscript The Kenyan Boy is due for publication as an Ebook next year.
Twitter: @SocratesMbamalu
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