_Africa Teller 2001/2002.   The scattered hills print a nice picture and a magnificent piece of art that shows both the creativity and generosity of

_Africa Teller 2000. The girl had been asleep before the noises began. It was surely a big group out there, screams of women and children

_Africa Teller 2005.   Les conversations n’étaient cependant pas animées. Chacun s’efforçant à qui mieux mieux de ruminer et de marmotter son plus grand besoin

_Africa Teller 2003.   On the way, my mother exclaimed, “Son take heart, we are about to reach town”. I never said anything but reluctantly

_Africa Teller 2007.   Owl: As I perched I could see the village it was morning at sunrise. I could see the children playing and

_Africa Teller 2003.   “Maina, how many times do you have to be reminded you do the milking here? Next time I do that, be

_Africa Teller 2007.   Katiwa was a young girl whose father had two wives. She was born to the first wife and had a step

_Africa Teller 2005.    Le bus jaune grouillait de vie sur les routes serpentines de la campagne flamande. Des gamins surexcités écoutaient à peine l’exposé

_Africa Teller 2003.    Chapter one “Please don’t do this to me. I am begging you…” Midega pleaded, down on her knees on the floor,