The Lies of the Ajungo (Forever Desert #1)

by Moses Ose Utomi

Tears are precious, his mama always said. Don’t waste them on your enemies. Save them for your friends.

It had been so long since he’d had the freedom to cry. That’s what crying was—freedom. You could only cry when there were no more urgent responsibilities. Only when there was no one watching you who depended on your strength. Only when the people around you wouldn’t take advantage of your tears.

They knew that all of history was a lie told to instill fear in those whose fearlessness could have rewritten it.