I stumbled across Nuruddin Farah’s novels when searching for
something written by a Somali author. Perhaps due to the conflict that has
raged for years in Somalia, it is very difficult to find much from Somali
writers published in English. From a Crooked Rib was published in 1970 and tells the story
of Ebla, a young, orphaned, illiterate nomadic girl, who runs away from her
encampment. She takes the decision to leave upon learning of her Grandfather’s
intention to marry her off to an older man within their Jes (a group of families living in an encampment together).
She firstly escapes to a town, Belet Amin, where she finds
her cousin and his pregnant wife. She also finds a guide and confidante in a
character known only as the widow. Things seem settled until, yet again, Ebla finds
her freedom compromised by a male character – this time her cousin, whose wife and child Ebla has been nursing.
In her haste she leaves Belet Amin with the widow’s nephew, bound for Mogadishu – still called…
Marrakech station is an architecturally magnificent mixture of older Moroccan motifs combined with modern palatial glass windows. It shimmers in Marrakshi tones of gold and umber even in the half-light of dawn, slowly waking up as weary passengers emerge from taxis in all directions.
The first time I had taken the train from Marrakech, it was on the earliest departure of the day, shortly after 6am. I was shocked at how dark the place had been. A few low lights were on in the building, but the railway carriages had sat in perfect darkness.
Being on a tighter budget, on my first journey northwards in 2016 I had booked a standard class ticket and hadn’t bothered to check the length of the journey. Ten hours later, having run out of cash, my back had been aching and I was massively dehydrated. I wouldn’t be making the same mistake again.
This time I’d opted for a departure during daylight, albeit still early enough to accommodate the massive journey time, and I had treated myself to an…
After a week traversing Istanbul and the small city of Konya in early April 2018, I took an internal flight and headed to the coast in Bodrum.
On my first evening there I had noted the direction of the sunset as the whole of the sky became flooded with a beautiful orange light.
A couple of the days later, I walked up to what I could see was the highest vantage point in the vicinity by the Yel Değirmenleri, a group of 18th-century Greek windmills. The windmills are in a terrible state of repair with one Tripadvisor user lamenting it as a "waste and insult to the [city’s] past."
In almost any direction, the location commands views over Bodrum Bay or Gumbet Bay, and is perfect for capturing sunset over the landscape and Aegean Sea.
Playing with the manual settings on my Nikon D3300 (don’t ask me what I did) it seemed to capture a quite spectacular range of colours in raw mode. For more, follow me on Instagram: @ayohcee.