Drugs: War on Poverty

I've been traveling for about twenty hours when I climb out of the metro train. So at first I think I'm daydreaming when a man offers me Oxycodone on the street corner. I politely decline and keep walking. Then I notice a woman on the ground smoking from a crack pipe. I try not to... Continue Reading →

Nightmare

Another terrible poem I hope nobody who likes literary talent bothers to read. Yet this is some way of dissipating anger at the unjust conversations taking place around me: 'I had a nightmare getting to the doctors,' says the lady, about her cosmetic surgery, on her luxury holiday. I wish to lean over and say... Continue Reading →

Man

"Man is now able to fly through the air like a bird, he is able to swim under the sea like a fish, he is able burrow beneath the ground like a mole. Now if only he could walk the earth like a man, this would be paradise." Tommy Douglas

Bakau: More Breakfast, Less Fear

I last had breakfast in The Gambia thirteen years ago. I don't remember what the breakfast tasted like, but I do remember feeling both amused and nauseous. Yahya Jammeh, then president, was making a televised appearance. He directly addressed 'all homosexuals' in The Gambia, kindly offering them forty-eight hours to leave the country. At the... Continue Reading →

Kindness of a stranger

I felt alone among my fellow countrymen and a kind stranger took me under her wing. She tried to find my passport and took me for dinner. We talked about everything and nothing. I asked if I could thank her for her kindness but she said only this: "No need to thank me - I... Continue Reading →

Eliye: Ethics of a Traveller

The German girl tells the guy 'I wanted Kenyan tea...Kenya tea is...' I hope I do not do such things. I don't think my Kenyan friends mind as much as I do. But these kinds of things make me wince. 'The eggs are coming', the German man tells my friendly waiter. 'You see on the... Continue Reading →

Lodwar

I arrive at Nairobi and pass through security three times (everywhere else it has been a mere twice). Nonetheless, I'm at the departure gate within half-an-hour of my arrival at the airport. It's much bigger than I remember, and completely unrecognisable: it burnt down and has since been rebuilt. I don't know a great deal... Continue Reading →

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