Ma was boiling dhekia xaak this morning and muttering about that Lock Upp season two nonsense playing on the neighbour’s telly—people locking themselves up for money, and here I am stuck at my teak desk trying to write a single coherent paragraph on postcolonial memory. Makes me think of that old transistor radio I fixed last monsoon; sometimes the loudest signals are just interference, bhala.
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