Nuwairah knew that if the day ever came to claim her prize, she would come home with a boatload of possibilities. Her insides did flips at the thought of it. It was all so glorious, the idea of being out there on a handsome dhow with no boundaries in sight. Just the spray from the waves and the salty air and an endless stretch of maybes.
excerpt from ‘The Prize’ by Diana Nyakyi