Creative Non-fiction

Jarret Weer talks with restrained nostalgia about the changes the city has seen as we drive through Yeoville and Hillbrow.…

My mother dreams of a difficult journey the night before she gives birth to me. She rarely dreams. She thinks…

It’s taken twelve hours on a ‘luxury’ bus to get here. My noise cancellation headphones block the relentless gospel music…

In the first quarter of 2016, India recorded a 3.5 per cent growth in foreign tourist arrivals – over 250,000…

Growing up on the Kenyan side of Busia – the twin town at the Kenya–Uganda border – it wasn’t completely…

In the darkness of the night, you try to look away from the man and the woman across you. They,…

When we end up living, commuting, working and interacting largely with people from similar backgrounds as ourselves, and when our…

Ehn, what do you want to know about it? We were married for two days when she slapped me and…

Willie-willie jab-jab! I want a pound to go town!” I chanted this verse with the children of La Paille Village,…

Let me begin with this apartment, where a grocery store and six people are all crammed into 400 square feet…

Chocolate: what even is chocolate? A mood fix; a thing wrapped in plastic or foil; the product of modern-day, less-acknowledged…

I live in Thalassery, a former British port town on Malabar Coast of Kerala. I am driving a twenty-minute journey…

Turning the steep bend around Mt. Marsabit; the elation is so strong I feel it even now. It is the…