<p>She had known Pat since they were in Form One. They had gone their separate ways afterwards but ended up working in the same school. The first time she saw her again she had marvelled at how Patricia, whose body used to be tattooed with eczema had now metamorphosed into this sophisticated beauty. She wore &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/ilusions-of-hope-excerpt-from-the-wiping-halimas-tears-anthology/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span

<p>Selena was a model worker.  She got to work early and left long after closing time. As PA to the Chief Executive her job meant rushing about making sure meetings, seminars and everything concerning The Big Boss went without a hitch.  This convinced me that she could run the world whilst remaining unruffled, perfectly poised &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2014/05/02/becoming-miss-selena/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-tex

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<p>I thought I knew Africa and I guess I did in a distant kind of way you think you know that new couple that’s just moved into the street. That is another thing about this new England. Someone kills their Missus and the neighbours tell the reporters – We didn’t know them too well…but they &hellip; <a href="https://easytowrite.wordpress.com/2012/02/03/how-i-learnt-about-africa/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">How I learnt about&nbsp;Africa