September 18, 2014
The resting place of the dead is respected here. Straight lines, manicured grass, clean concrete and untouched graves. Everything has its...
Literature
June 23, 2014
“As my African Express flight from Nairobi made its slow descent into Mogadishu, I looked out the window of the plane and saw the shores of...
blog
April 19, 2014
I am forty years old now, and you know forty years is a whole lifetime; you know it is extreme old age. To live longer than forty years is...
retrospectives
December 3, 2012
“War may be serious business, but you would never know it from the casual manner in which African wars tend to be reported in the Western...
retrospectives
December 2, 2012
They set out early, before sunset. Not the right time for visiting, but it was going to be a long drive and his sister Manaal said she...
retrospectives
December 2, 2012
In the enclosure next door to where Nyambura slept, the single cock crowed at the usual time. The cold early morning breeze blew through...
retrospectives
December 2, 2012
Translator’s Introduction: New Migrations North in Tarek Eltayeb's Cities Without Palms The son of Sudanese parents, Tarek Eltayeb was born...
retrospectives
December 2, 2012
It was hardly noon, and Fatna was holding a five-litre plastic jerry can and was bending and pouring for the third time its contents into...
retrospectives
December 2, 2012
The Drift Latitudes is a position of uncertainty. A human condition which is increasingly commonplace. A sense of belonging to more than...