My father is a man of colour; an Indonesian with a deep complexion, almond eyes and a smile that, teamed with his bellowed laugh, can…
For years, I have been told that my way of travelling is wrong. It’s a habit that I was once ashamed of, but now, unabashedly…
I trudged up the stairs to my house, listless and exhausted after nine hours in my cubicle. After a half-hearted hello to my father sitting…
I was leaning against a boulder on Uluwatu beach, watching disco lights and reggae music dance across hanging vegetation and out over the waves. Suddenly…
