Dusk is playing a lullaby on the stained-glass windows of the catholic cathedral across the street from where I sit. I am pondering about life and death under the shadow of the blue and white tent that has served as home for my family for two weeks.

Ever heard this joke? It's quite popular. It goes like this:

"A barber just got arrested in my street for dealing drugs. I've been his customer for 10 years and I didn't know he was a barber."

Yes. That joke.

know silence.

Know when,

know how

to know when

In the midst of the noise

It all settles like dust to the ground,

The clarity with which I'm embellished.

Drowned in my thoughts,

And bruise

And break

And hurt

My sister, she’s our ada ada

The light of our family

A gem in every eye

This book is a coming of age story, an immersive exploration of a young writer's journey to find his voice in the Third World while navigating the unending swarms of distraction, hormones and angst that the 21st century throws at him.

The world is on its back. Celebrities are monks, nerds are superheroes and pastors are conspiracy theorists.

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Maybe there are no good men. Maybe they're all trash. I'm kidding- I know good men exist. Just like I know that they’re in the minority. You know how I know? Because I am a woman, and women know. Hell, men (as much as most of you won't openly admit) know.