Sewing Our Mouths

April 25, 2014 • 1
The girl behind me speaks French on the phone. There is something about the way she speaks that reminds me of Anna, my Senegalese friend, and I conclude that she too must be from francophone Africa. Raucous laughter and storytelling emanates from the three African-Americans at the back of the Greyhound bus, and I find »
Personal Essay

I Will Be Back, Nairobi

December 1, 2013 • 1
I¬†wonder if you miss me, Nairobi. I wonder who massages your back with her feet now that I am not around. I know you cried, as I did, the day before I left you. I remember the raindrops that sought rest on my cheeks. I got on the plane to America with mud on my »