Creative Non-fiction

A Portrait of South Asian Beauticians in Houston

How Kenyan Cricket Lived and Died

The Riverton City Dump

A Meeting of Accidental Activists

There are many ways to carry the past with us: to romanticise it, to invalidate it, to furnish it with…

It took me a moment to recognise him.  When I did, I was overcome by the shyness of seeing a…

During their eight-year insurgency in north-east Nigeria, Boko Haram has kidnapped thousands of girls and women from their homes.

In the summer of 2014 a panel discussion titled “Partitioned Voices, Divided Tongues?” held in Delhi, invited the panellists to…

I was living on Long Island, New York when Hurricane Donna came through in 1960. I was a kid, how…

The first time I heard Jayanthi Kuru-Utumpala speak about climbing Mount Everest (Sagarmatha or Chomolungma), it was to a small…

Everyone has a letter and a number attached to them. The H-4 housewives wear canvas shoes and take brisk walks…

In Ife, at 6 a.m., no shops are open, there is no human movement and the streets are occupied by…

A lone shaft of afternoon light filters into the cavernous church hall. Today, the light reveals a glint of joy…

The role of Gardener passes from one woman to another in this story. The first I encountered — I thought…

The first time I heard about Justine ‘Sankofa’ Ankai-Macaidoo, a friend of mine had just returned from performing in Salvador…

It’s shaped like an oblong scone, and the golden brown colour of something that has been made from flour and…