Creative Non-fiction

Before I left, my mother gave me one piece of advice. ‘Everybody dies,’ she said. ‘Just don't die stupid.’ Eleven…

Uncle is dead but my eyes have remained dry like the August sun strolled into my tear glands and scorched…

2020, April: The internet is full of images of emptiness – highways without cars, streets without people, iconic places like…

Translated from French to English by Jeffrey Zuckerman Once the mirror is broken, nothing remains which can help us to…

#WhatIAmDoingWithMyTime

Staying Afloat in Guyana

Years ago, travelling across America on a Greyhound bus, I found myself astounded when we came upon big inland cities.…

Everything was too bright. The pop purple of the jacaranda. The bright pink of the Tabebuia rosea. The leaves, shiny…

All I Know about Film

Sitting cross-legged with hands folded in prayer, her head bowed in deep reverence, I watch my grandmother chant inaudible verses…

Saving Japan’s Heritage Farmhouses

Tears to Fool a God

kila lenye mwanzo lina mwisho what has a beginning has its ending – Siti binti Saad The photograph is tiny,…

How Scotland Erased Guyana from Its Past

In the beginning, some time before 1886, there was only veld – rolling, somewhat rocky hills of grassland. And while…

Identity, Disruption and Performance in Igbo culture