FIVISUHUNUNYAME: West African Folk-Fiction

Fivusu was startled awake by the howling of wolves. He shot up from the make-shift bed he had made out of palm fronds and looked about him, but his eyes registered little in the darkness. His bonfire was all about dead; only a fading trail of smoke curled its way up from the ashes, stretching … Continue reading FIVISUHUNUNYAME: West African Folk-Fiction

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