Ain’t No Place to Call Home

by Kruz Aibrahms Not many of us can claim having more than ten homes while growing up yet I had sixteen by the age of thirty. This was due to my father’s vagrant duty stints.  He was a cop with uncompromising loyalty to his master. In the sixties, transfers were the order of the day for policemen.  We never… Continue reading Ain’t No Place to Call Home

The Threads of Life

ryan-stone-OlxJVn9fxz4-unsplash by David C.E. Tneh My story begins in the summer of 2019 in New York City, months before Covid-19 hit the U.S. I was then a visiting fellow at NYU under the auspices of the U.S. State Department. Things were running well with the programme and, having never ventured this far geographically, very exciting… Continue reading The Threads of Life