I boarded the taxi in Jos, Nigeria. The driver handed me a piece of kola. I put it into my mouth and started chewing. The piece of kola exploded in my mouth. I had never tasted anything like it. I tasted and it was tasty. It took ages before the taste left my mouth. Probably … Continue reading readers break kola
Just the other day she received the Ingrid Jonker Prize. A poetry prize for her debut Bare & Breaking. In a way the poems should speak for themselves, but it is nice to get to know the poet, Karin Schimke, a bit better. She was interviewed by Carine Janse van Rensburg.