Loza Admassu

I want a Sunday kind of love- Etta James

I remember telling my friend I felt like Jonah. How he was in the whale’s stomach and deep in the ocean. I felt like I was in the dark. Forgotten.

No one tells you the truth about moving. Here is mine.

5 things I learnt from my 3 months stay in Rwanda. (Only the ones I am willing to share with you).

Our hairs are our history and our lineage. Hair, indeed is everything.

Read this short story by Loza about brothers and loss and few more things. Share your thoughts. I thrive on them.