They say a godless woman is a hollow drum. No spirit to move through her. No song.
The Godless Testament of Iyovi
But last night, a storm came. Lightning split the baobab where the altar once stood. And as the rain washed the ash into the earth, I heard something—not a prayer, not a command. A sound like the first breath before language.
They say a godless woman is a hollow drum. No spirit to move through her. No song.
The Godless Testament of Iyovi
But last night, a storm came. Lightning split the baobab where the altar once stood. And as the rain washed the ash into the earth, I heard something—not a prayer, not a command. A sound like the first breath before language.