Hera Oyomba By Otieno Jamboka -

Hera did not look up. “The river speaks to me. There is a difference.”

Odembo smiled, thinking she was testing him. He did not know that Hera had already seen his own shadow detach itself from his heels and slither into the reeds, whispering his secrets to the frogs. HERA OYOMBA BY OTIENO JAMBOKA

“Mother,” she said, “teach me to remember.” Hera did not look up