colonialism
Colonialism walks into a chop bar
February 2016: I have gone to a chop bar and bought fufu with what soup I cannot remember.
Sing us a Catholic song in Nigerian tongues
The tune was simple enough, but to pronounce the words with the correct Izzi intonation was grueling.
Out of Africa
Claire’s father Sam Simmons would be there, and they would spend the next hour or two quaffing Castle beer, smoking and playing snooker in the dim, curtained rooms adjoining the bar.
Imagining Colonial Soldiers
Touch by touch, gesture by gesture, worlds could be reformed, alliances forged.
From the River to the Sea
The pretense that “from the river to the sea” refers to something that didn’t happen rather than something that did debases all of us.
