seen from Japan
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Argentina
seen from China
seen from Romania
seen from Maldives
seen from Canada
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Germany
seen from Saudi Arabia
I barely write long-hand, as I enjoy the mechanical clicking sound of the keyboard when I write. Pen and paper are still cool though. I keep notebooks wherein I catalogue things that have caught my eye or fragments of thoughts, beginnings of lines, titles, little scraps that have to be developed further.
Aria Aber, interviewed for Wasafiri
What I’m saying is it’s time to tell my story. It’s been told for a hundred years on our behalf by others and they’ve distorted our story, they have misrepresented our story, they have offered innuendos and slander against our society. I am writing back to Empire. I am saying this is my view of what you did in our country.
Peter Kimani (Author of Dance of the Jakaranda), Wasafiri Magazine Interview
August in Nicosia always reeks of heat and boredom. Everyone who could has taken their vacation time now, which makes the city feel even weirder than I expected. We stop to get canned iced-coffees at the corner store, the one with the big yellow misspelled sign that says Quicky Stop.
“Things Lost” by Ioanna Mavrou.
Mont de Venus, my newest story is in Wasafiri. #shortstories #travel #france #provencal #writing #writerslife #wasafiri Read more here: http://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/02690055.2016.1216273?journalCode=rwas20
my girl's got fangs for days. nights dug deeper than dog bites.
Scherezade Siobhan, Colored Girls Will Not Be Televised (Published in Wasafiri)
we be arsenal, armor, armies widespread my girls come sweet-scented, accented like henna on an eclipsed night
Scherezade Siobhan, Coloured Girls Will Not Be Televised (Published in Wasafiri)
The Aidoo/Marechera Standoff | from Flora Veit-Wild's essay 'Me and Dambudzo' in Wasafiri, March 2012
*I'm pretty suspicious when it comes to FVW but* this seems about right given all those ambivalent refrains about 'black heroes' in House of Hunger and the lines:
'Nothing turns out exactly as intended. A cruel sarcasm rules our lives. Sometimes freedom's opportunity is a wide waistline. The bulldozers have been and gone where once our heroes danced there is nothing but a hideous stain. They stretched the wings of our race, stretched them out against the candle-flame. There was nothing left but the genitals of senile gods.' (p.33)
