Jigida and The Spring’s Last Drop (Part 1)

Jigida and The Spring’s Last Drop (Part 1)

There lies my purse of cowries, shells and beads, strung and unstrung, my hero of a thousand years years. Is this the future I so looked forward to seeing? My hopes, imaginations, aspirations dashed. In the beginning: Sitting on a cane chair amidst an array of exotic...