A Sunday Afternoon
by Gitta Sumner
…And if you do this with love in your heart
What would you do with hate in your hands?
“Make am set e mot. Make da pikin set e mot,” the man tells the…
By Desiree Reynolds
His rheumy, watery eyes fell on each one suspiciously. He sucked his teeth. Pairs of hopeful looks landed on him like stone. Someone was wheezing. The city life would kill…