14/24

Your tribe isn’t always the brotherhood, fun times and safe spaces.   Sometimes you are entwined to your tribe in a web of lies, buried secrets and dried blood.   Sometimes the very people you are repelled by, the ones you pray you never become like, want nothing to do with, are the only ones... Continue Reading →

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11/24

  “Madam, now vhat does a lion have to do with books?” asked my taxi driver for the evening.   “uuuhh…..”   “Exactly. Nahhthing.”   I watched the young novel-wala outside my window disappear into the evening Dili traffic. He couldn’t have been more than 14 years old. Maybe the cab driver is right.  ... Continue Reading →

10/24

  On the southern tip of India sits a temple with a blue door on it’s eastern wall always locked. Green murky waters of the 3 seas crashing ferociously outside; as if trying to touch the feet of Devi Kanyakumari.   Years ago I sat outside that door at the end of an exhausting journey... Continue Reading →

9/24

He had a knack for breaking things. She rocked on the toilet floor with trembling hands Trying to tape the smashed pieces of her mix cassette together.   She inserted it into her walkman and tried to press play. Didn’t work. She took a knife and tightened the screws And tried again. Her body sagged... Continue Reading →

7/24

Do your kids know of the Apartheid? Did someone speak to them about the Holocaust? Have they been told about what happened during the British Raj?   Have you shared with them how you felt on the day of the 1987 coup in Viti? Do they know where West Papua is?   Then what on... Continue Reading →

6/24

Things to Give To Your Sister’s Daughter. A sewing machine. Every woman should be able to tailor her own dresses. Not many things in life bring you peace and magic.   3 meters of ivory silk with navy doves. For her to sew a dress with; to wear on days when all is falling apart.... Continue Reading →

5/24

I miss the days. When cupcakes were just vanilla sponges with icing. Sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.   I miss the days. When I wore fake gold bangles and played pretend in our building’s abandoned stairwell for hours.   I miss the days. When I would go to sleep in Prague and wake up in... Continue Reading →

7. Hang

7. /Hang/ Eixample Barcelona, Spain Is it even justifiable that I’ve spent 24 euros on 3 margaritas and a plate of patatas bravas (cheeeeps) in an empty bar in Barcelona?? Eixample is one of Bareclona’s more quieter neighbourhood with it’s grid-like blocks and tree-lined streets with fountains and cosy cafes. It’s about 10.30pm on a... Continue Reading →

6. Wonder

6. /Wonder/ Seville, Spain Having hung around for about 6 hours at Madrid’s T4 terminal waiting for the 5am train out of there connecting to Seville, I am already over this trip. Like what is the point, yaaarrr? I’m so way off my itinerary that I might as well go home now. Sighing-ly - yes,... Continue Reading →

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