Articles By ML Kejera
We didn't think we understood Tunisia. We understood more than we knew.
Having grown up with hyper-religious black aunties, I knew that when the woman’s teary eyes met mine I was supposed to join her in prayer.
He wore only cargo pants. Though no one said it, out of respect for his PhD (which might have been fake, for all we know), he was a horrid teacher.
As much as coming to America has changed how my niece views family, my interaction with her have Gambianized my own view.
Gambians feared Jammeh's guns, legislation, and corruption—not his sermons.