God was once a woman. Before he exiled himself far from his creation, and while he had still not assumed the name of Nungu, the current Lord of the Universe looked like all the mothers in this world. In this other time, we spoke the same language as the oceans, the land, and the heavens. According to my grandfather, that kingdom perished long ago. but somewhere within us, there remains the memory of that far-off age. Illusions and certainties survive that have been passed on from ne generation to another in our village of Kulumani. … Confession of the Lioness by Mia Couto
Question.. Would you keep reading? or put it down?
Personally, I am loving Mia Couto's prose and want more!
