My family spent two years in Nigeria in the 1960s, when I was about seven. I based my memoir-travel piece, ‘Bush Meat’ (published in extract form in New Welsh Reader 112), on two events that happened during that time: my mother’s employment of a man who came to our door claiming to be a chef, […]
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