DEEVA PROSE: The Bondage Of Superstition

I was nursing my three month old son one day, when I noticed two wall geckos chasing each other on my wall. “What!” I exclaimed to myself, “enough already, this is my fifth baby!” Then I remembered the promise I made to myself, never to give in to such silly thoughts. Where I come from, … Continue reading DEEVA PROSE: The Bondage Of Superstition