He grabbed these questions gratefully, as if they were gifts of milk and bread.
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I did not lose her despite her death. I am not sure that words can describe what I am trying to tell you. I mean that by the time I was seven, she had already made me.’
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While his internal eye peers into his childhood, the eyes on either side of his nose scan the stre
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In his every decision, the imperative to be free tussles with the imperative to be safe.
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It comes to me slowly, as our time together stretches into a rhythm, and as the rhythm begins to emit meaning.
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Trading money for access to a poor person’s private world is fraught
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reputable books on Somalia, and I will bury myself in them.
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When you are still in the womb, Allah has decided the course of your whole life.
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out the parts it does not want.
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Cape Town’s asshole, the muscle through which the city shits