Prose| Cricket

The bright crimson lipstick abandoned my mother’s mouth when I was nine. All the extra colours and textures that adorned her lustrous mahogany skin departed like harmattan does in March. Advertisements

book recommendations · BOOK REVIEWS

Broken Glass by Alain Mabanckou

I had been meaning to read Mabanckou’s work for a while having heard great things about the Congolese born author/ NYU Professor of French Literature, who was Shortlisted for the Man Booker International Prize in 2015 . The work is a translation by Helen Stevenson of the Original French. The setting of the story is… Continue reading Broken Glass by Alain Mabanckou


ARTICLE| Where I Lie

I’d love to take the train from Cais do Sodo and LIE on Cascais Beach in Lisbon letting the sunshine air-nibble my skin. Maybe pop to Bairro Alto a few hours later to do shots and throw shapes. But that’s not what this is about. Someone take me back to Portugal ! *sigh*(   I… Continue reading ARTICLE| Where I Lie