Category Archives: bodies older than borders

aweh, my ma se kind

It was the word “prawns” that first caught my attention. Stumbling sleepy somewhere around about 2 am on a frosty night in Newtown, I thought I must be hearing things. But then there it was again on their lips, praaawns. … Continue reading

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ayoba!

I draw bathwater so hot in the mornings I have to coax my limbs into the tub. Skin searing, right foot first, then the right calf, now the left one, down to my knees, etc. It’s been so cold in … Continue reading

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more to dream

But while I was abroad I felt the need to find out who I was and where my soul was. I chose to be a Haitian woman. I couldn’t see myself being forever a nigger in the United States, an … Continue reading

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mood lighting

I spend a lot of time thinking about Tariq ibn Ziyad, DNA tests, and the fluidity of geography and skin. Cristãos Novos, criptojudeus, and the indelicacies of the 15th century. It’s somewhat of an idle obsession.

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we fly home

Yesterday I wrote about Africa Paradis, a Béninois film that depicts the migration en masse of down-on-their-luck Europeans to richer African pastures. This morning, the Europe edition of the Wall Street Journal ran a cover story with a similar plotline. … Continue reading

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the new age of homeland security

The year is 2033, and the story goes like this: Europe has become underdeveloped due to acute economic and political crisis while Africa has experienced thriving development. Olivier, an unemployed engineer, and Pauline, an unemployed teacher, are struggling to scrape … Continue reading

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