I am in the spot where how much of narrative can I give without compromising the people that are involved in the narrative.
So, without a conclusion --- I'll say this photograph reminds me of my uncle, I have only one Malome (the word uncle in western culture does not get close to what the word Malome means, to me).
For the greater part of my childhood I followed his footsteps, basked in his shadow, 'till I was exiled.
*exiled: my mother was, ipso-facto, I had to go with (will narrate that later)
1ove, family.
