The curse of the Charou and the “civilised” blacks

A weird thing happened to me when I moved out of my hometown a few years ago; my perspective changed. Also, it was the first time in my life where I lived in a neighbourhood where almost no one looked like me. Well if I’m being honest, it was the first time I lived inContinue reading “The curse of the Charou and the “civilised” blacks”

Green mangoes for the soul

Green mangoes. I almost want to capitalise the words. GREEN MANGOES. There, that feels more indicative of my feelings. There are very few other things that are so strongly evocative of my childhood (of course there is MacGyver but I’m still smarting from my unrequited love so we’ll exclude him for the moment). Green mangoesContinue reading “Green mangoes for the soul”