This piece is a continuation of the three “chapters” posted— confusingly, in blog fashion— underneath it. This piece should stand alone, but you are welcome to scroll down to Chapter 1 to read the whole story. Some time ago, when we lived in Nairobi, I was standing in line at a butcher’s shop in an upscale, outdoor mall. There were …
This piece is a continuation of the two “chapters” posted—confusingly, in blog fashion— underneath it. If you are just arriving, please scroll down to Chapter 1 to begin. the map of my dakar The Corniche is a road that winds along the western coast of the Dakar peninsula with the unquestioning, unwavering, almost-blind devotion of a younger sibling. It is on this length of road and …
This piece is a continuation of the piece that was published before, which is posted— confusingly, in blog fashion— underneath it. It is vaguely influenced by Virginia Woolf’s A Room of Own’s Own. And just how much money, dare I ask, is a lot of money? I wonder this first as I get out of bed, dress and rush out …
