E Mberego -

And somewhere, beyond the horizon, the woman in the locket smiled too.

If that’s the case, here’s a very short story based on that idea: e mberego

“ E mberego ,” she repeated softly — as if learning a prayer. And somewhere, beyond the horizon, the woman in

And so he told her of a woman with salt in her hair and laughter like wind chimes. Of a dance under a tin roof during rain. Of a letter never sent, folded into a locket. beyond the horizon

“What was her name?” she asked.

He smiled — the kind of smile that lives in wrinkles. “ E mberego ,” he whispered.