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.
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
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