Chinese/Canadian
Sweat dripped from my nose. One arm crossed over my head, awkwardly grabbing the nearest pole. Toes gripping hard at the small piece of stair I fought to keep. Face centimetres away from the dala dala conductor, his breath on my cheek. Super overstuffed dala dala in a traffic jam; nothing new anymore. “You teach me some Mchina language.” The conductor stroke up a conversation with me. “Mimi sio Mchina. I don’t speak Chinese.” I automatically replied. Before you bash […]
