Open Letter to Arthur Attwell
A few months ago I wrote a piece in a new South African quarterly called the Afropolitan on the
A few months ago I wrote a piece in a new South African quarterly called the Afropolitan on the
My mom is Zimbabwean and I am an exile brat who studied in Harare so when Maria, a Zimbabwean friend of mine, invites my son and I to Zimbabwe for the holiday season, out of sheer boredom and a need to be out of Johannesburg for the holidays, I say yes, after all, I know it all don’t I?
It turns out – I do not.