With Mustapha K Darboe A man looked on with blood shot eyes. His fist in slow motion fell on the table before him. The protested muscles slowly receded. And his gaze fell upon Horejah Bala Gaye. “Aning teh kiling, ateng nteh siti nola,” he said, looking agitated. I would come to know him as Karamo … Continue reading In Foni after ‘a truth’