Mberego | E

If that’s the case, here’s a very short story based on that idea:

“ E mberego ,” she repeated softly — as if learning a prayer. e mberego

And so he told her of a woman with salt in her hair and laughter like wind chimes. Of a dance under a tin roof during rain. Of a letter never sent, folded into a locket. If that’s the case, here’s a very short