I still remember the fear I felt getting on that first flight alone, crossing an ocean into a city I’d only seen in photos. I didn’t know yet that six
Five weeks ago I arrived, a little unsure,new to this city, its mountain, its shore,but Cape Town welcomed me right from the start ocean on one side, mountain to guard.
I chase this feeling from café to café,cup after cup, searching for the onethat stops me mid-sip and says: stay here.Most days it doesn’t come. Then Kanéla. The chai arrives
What does it mean to assimilate? The first time I heard the word “assimilate” was when I was twelve, during a cultural orientation class. The instructor, who was white, defined
