Nada-Sudanese music; Ethiopian and Sudanese girls dancing

Upendo Hai Choir-Unafikiria Nini

Poetry By Karin Gottshall

More  lies


Sometimes  I  say I'm   going  to meet  my sister and  at the cafe-even though  I   have no sister-just  because  it 's  such  abeautitful  thing  to say. I  have  always thought   thought  so, ever since i read  a novel in  which two sisters were contantlty  meeting  in cafes.  Today, for  example, I  walked  alone  on  the wet sidewalk, wearing  my rain  boots,  expecting  someone  might  ask  where  I  headed.  I  bought  a steno  pad and a  watch  battery the  store windows fogged up.Rain  in  April  is  kind  of   promise, and  costs nothig.  I  carried  a bags of  books to the cafe  and ordered  tea.  I like  a place thats  lit by  lamps. I like a place where  you can  hear  people  talk about  small  things, Like the difference between  azure and cerulean,  and  the price  of  Tulips. It  is  going  down.I  watched  someone wo could be  my  sister  walk  in, shaking the rain from  her   hair. I  thought,  even now  florits  are  filing  their  coolers  with  Tulips, five dollars  a bundle.All  over  the  city  there are sisters.  Anyone  of  them  could  be  mine.