I was supposed to have written this yesterday, instead I’m writing this on a Sunday morning. It’s a still morning. No ripple. The sky the colour of colic. There is the droning sound of a plane passing somewhere 25,000 …
From the air, South Sudan looks like a decrepit village rising into a city. Dusty roads wind around red, green and blue roofed buildings. There are clusters of huts. You can count the tarmacked roads from the air. The …
Have you ever received an email that starts with “Hae, Jackson” and you suddenly feel like your stomach is going to run? I was told those are the famous Millennials. They are a unique group of sub-humans who came …
