The Texture of Joy
The first time I heard about Justine ‘Sankofa’ Ankai-Macaidoo, a friend of mine had just returned from performing in Salvador…
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The first time I heard about Justine ‘Sankofa’ Ankai-Macaidoo, a friend of mine had just returned from performing in Salvador…
‘Oh for Christ’s sake!’ Stuart smacks his hooter as if it is the black padded steering wheel that has enraged…
Jarret Weer talks with restrained nostalgia about the changes the city has seen as we drive through Yeoville and Hillbrow.…
Out of the corner of his squinty eye, Faisal notices the blue Atos pulling up to number 48 West Street.…
My mother dreams of a difficult journey the night before she gives birth to me. She rarely dreams. She thinks…
It’s taken twelve hours on a ‘luxury’ bus to get here. My noise cancellation headphones block the relentless gospel music…
Growing up on the Kenyan side of Busia – the twin town at the Kenya–Uganda border – it wasn’t completely…
There are two ways to enter Ajegunle: from the front, past the noisy market and the frenetic traffic facing the…
Ehn, what do you want to know about it? We were married for two days when she slapped me and…
When I came home there were strange people in my house, and they gathered tight at the front door to…
Turning the steep bend around Mt. Marsabit; the elation is so strong I feel it even now. It is the…
A story circulated among the Nigerian community in Dakar. Somewhere in the city, a long-forgotten pimp returned alive. No one…