Nkinda Zokutauka (Broken Cup)

I didn’t know it had become part of the clutter. Just another item amongst the heap of junk and chaos that became the surface of my coffee table. Distracted, carless, and lazily I used what was in my hands to shove that junk to the side. I didn’t even see it fall, but I suppose… Continue reading Nkinda Zokutauka (Broken Cup)