Secret Lives

I'm reading this collection of short stories and it is haunting my dreams so much so that I see it everywhere.

I found the picture above on Tumblr and it reminded me of the cover. 

"She fought life with dreams... She dreamt of lovers who would come for her in sleek Mercedes sports cars made for two. She saw herself linking hands with such a lover, walking in the streets of Nairobi and Mombasa, tapping the ground with high heels, quick, quick short steps. And suddenly she would stop in front of a display glass window, exclaiming at the same time; Oh darling, won't you buy me those...? Those what, he would ask, affecting anger. Those stockings, darling. It was as an owner of several stockings, ladderless and holeless, that she thought of her well-being. Never again would she mend torn things. Never, never, never. Do you understand? Never." 

From Minutes of Glory

Oh Ngugi, you're too much.