A very moving piece that captures the segregationist mindset propagated, championed, enjoyed and practiced by the Jubilee crowd
I have been trying to write this piece for the last two weeks, and it has been agonising. I wrung my brain, trying to come up with zingy openings that compel you to keep reading, descriptions that cut to the core of how I feel, and yet don’t come across as overly sentimental. I worried about over-generalising, over-simplifying, over-dramatizing. I worried about being politically correct. Most of all, I worried about laying it bare…. or starting to.
You see this one is really important to me.
In reality, I have been trying to write this piece for the last decade.
So I am just going to write it. Ungarnished.
I popped my storytelling cherry a few months ago, and was preparing to tell Trupti’s story from John Sibi Okumu’s Role Play. I usually force my family to listen to me practice. They have perfected the art of zoning out, making…
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