Letter from Panjim Chryselle D’Silva Dias India It is just past 10pm on a weekday evening when I do something unusual. My son is safely in bed, dreaming of Legos and superheroes. This is usually wind-down time, a precious last few hours to catch up with...
Letter from Hong Kong Sa’diyya Nesar Hong Kong I grew up during the ‘90s, just as the British colony of Hong Kong was being handed back to China. With the official handover in 1997 looming, I would peek out of the car window to catch anything different besides...
Letter from Nairobi Wanjeri Gakuru Kenya I. At the foot of the small dusty hill between Naivasha Road and Gitanga Road, I watched an elderly woman knit. Needles clicked and fingers coaxed yarn through loops to feed a bright woollen square. She was a bit of an oddity...
