Diaspora Blues

“I finally made it,” Gift thinks as she gazes at her spot. That little patch of grass on the top of the mountain. She shrugs her backpack off and pulls out her treasured item, her harmonica. She sits cross legged at the very edge overlooking where she has climbed and the neighbouring mountains beyond. The …

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Being African in the West

This has been in my mind recently. It's amazing how things have changed of late. I moved to England when I was 7 years old. My mom lived here and so it was a reunion type thing she'd been working on for a while. England was meant to be a better life and I guess …

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