The Kanzu Casuality

There I stood—Ntinda’s unofficial mannequin—draped in a kanzu starched so stiff it could’ve doubled as a coffin. Auntie Carol, armed with a carnation and a grin wider than the Nile, […] More

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Blue ticked? Maybe it's you…

Recently, I bumped into someone whom I’d met once before. Part of the conversation went like this Me: Hi Vanessa* Her: Oh, I wonder who told you my name. We […] More

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