A Generation of Fragile Things Nana Afadua Ofori-Atta A man is a fragile thing. Men stopped dying centuries ago, and no one knows why. They fade now. That is a death too, an elaborate one, but a death all the same. A man’s body is dependent on the respect he receives...
My Dance of Fire and Water and Chasing the Ghosts in Between Aida Muturia If only I could write everything in my heart, extract the prism of emotions that besmirch my insides like the spritz of graffiti – splattering, swashing, thrashing…repeating. It’s the wilderness...
Writing Home Rod Martinez The house I was raised in was built in 1908 in a historic section of Tampa, Florida called Ybor City. Ybor was formed by Cuban entrepreneur Vicente Martinez-Ybor in the 1880s. An influx of Cubans came to the Tampa area to work in the cigar...
Your Body Is Not Yours Shalom Esene (i) How did you learn that your body is a weapon to be disguised? An assortment of clothes piled high on your mother’s bed: old sweaters, new ankara shirts. You squeeze in and out of dresses. You frown into the mirror. Your mother...
Mirror Rabhelani Mguni Seeing one’s reflection in the mirror can bring out confusingly intimidating reactions: intimidating because they may contradict the perceptions we hold about ourselves that are already niched into our psyche. As people, we sometimes insist on...
