The Sad House in Bolori Layout
The house felt heavy and sad..
Like a damp cloak of sadness had enveloped it
No smiles on the faces of the children or women,
something sad, some despair
hung languidly in the air..
my eight-year-old feet could not run away fast enough from this bleak house
of pink-lipped Jonathan, the Ghanian,
his beautiful teary-eyed mother
and her defiant sister ...as we walked away we wondered and a playmate said,
the father had married Jonathan's wife's sister...
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