Multifaceted Georgetown: The Nigga, the Chinese and the Japanese
Born and raised in the midst of the ever-churning mental tempest known as Africa, one becomes a captive to the ceaseless cyclone of retrospection and the daunting specter of what lies ahead.
My journey into the heart of Penang’ began with an unexpected delight – an Indian lady, my Grab driver. Just like my Ipoh hosts, she actually spoke to me.