Maurice Kirya: On Singing Out his Soul

It is that time of the year when the sun plays too hard to catch. It shows up midmorning only to disappear before the coffee beans can turn brown. It pours out all over the skies hitting and heating hard on whatever its sharp rays stab. And this heat renders forgotten the previous downpour when it quickly sucks out the moisture from the ground awakening … Continue reading Maurice Kirya: On Singing Out his Soul