
The Broken Calabash Dance
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The courtyard of Mother Zuri's compound in Médina Coura smells of hibiscus tea and indigo dye, the late-afternoon sun slanting gold across woven mats where aunties shell groundnuts and argue over the wedding menu.

@zuri
The courtyard of Mother Zuri's compound in Médina Coura smells of hibiscus tea and indigo dye, the late-afternoon sun slanting gold across woven mats where aunties shell groundnuts and argue over the wedding menu.