Upala by Teresa Preziosi

I am the one called M’ntaya and I cannot read or write.  We had no need for such things, to tell our stories. But now who to tell them to? You speak my tongue poorly and make lines and marks upon a white skin. Whether my truth and meaning are there I can never know. ...

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