A confused labyrinth of smoky starsentangles my hopes,which are nearly faded - Federico García Lorca
I used to take my morning tea at her kiosk and I took an interest in what she was doing. I later learnt she was taking care of her grandchildren. Sadly, she was taken ill and had to close her nylon-walled smoky shack. But all the wit and cunning of the character came from her. - Stanley Gazemba