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On the underground train above ground the whole carriage overheard two rather stoned young dudes speaking about Art, that is, themselves. As we unzipped the treetops people glanced at them, glanced away, smiled. One dude ...read more
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The courage… to get through life without this sense of home, without this refuge, whilst surviving a world which exploits our mothering kindness and assaults us for our femininity, is untold. But many many many ...read more
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I am leaving Accra today. I said goodbye to Nii and Kadija and Mariama, the littlest neighbours, and gave away all my pot plants. Unless I can earn enough money to come back from time ...read more
Woman at the next table films her third slow sweep of the entire restaurant. I am stuffing long reins of mozzarella in my mouth. I wipe my face and go over. 'Hi. So sorry to ...read more
All the way home I am paying attention to the trees. These are my champions, companions, and friends. The morning after disembarking from far-off chilly-cold and fairytale Berlin I was scattering the pawpaw seeds from ...read more
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Today I was walking down the street wearing shorts and within a block two men had slowed down to call out to me. One was up high, in a truck. Yo yo yo! he said, ...read more
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I met the grandmother of the chief of the tiny coastal village near where I am staying, and she has been extraordinarily gracious. Today I went to visit, bringing with me two bottles of a ...read more
I am crying all the time this week and in order to get anything done, I have to keep working while I cry. Screens are a blur, phones get wet. I cried in the taxi ...read more
I met six (6) beautiful British-Ghanaian men, who were sitting at the next table to mine. They had all just landed the night before, that is, last night: apart from 'one idiot' who inexplicably somehow ...read more