They had been friends for ever. When he started forgetting things, at first they had a little laugh, but when he asked, What’s your appendix, when he meant agenda, he seriously began to worry. He was shocked when one day he asked him, Who are you? Are you my brother…

My best book ever is Murke’s Collected Silences by Heinrich Böll. Böll was a Nobel Prize winner for literature in 1972. He was an enemy of Nazism, refusing to join the Hitler Youths although he was conscripted in the Wehrmacht and was wounded in action. Murke is a Psychology graduate…

‘Non chérie,’ Boissy St Quentin said to his wife Fernande, ‘You know that I am the opposite of a cruel man, but these niggers had better understand that I have no time to waste hunting for marrons on the Morne Brabant. I paid good money for them, and they owe…

I heard the chap behind me very clearly; ‘You better believe me, I did it, I killed her, I said I would; there was no other way; she was making my life hell, she’s gone, I really had no choice.’ I was shocked when his neighbour chuckled, adding, ‘I know…

He is Stéphane Ravacley. Born in Besançon, whose other great son was Victor Hugo, another man who stood for ordinary people, and sat in parliament. Stéphane is a baker, and he has always taken cudgels to defend working people. He gained prominence last year when his Guinean apprentice, Abdoulaye Traoré…

Father thought that going to the cinema was sinful and did not allow Maman to go, but when he was out of the country on business, in Rodrigues Island, or Reunion, for weeks at a time, she would sneak in a visit or two to the Luna Park with Nani…

Time was when my heart would jump for joy when I saw the crowd coming towards the wild oak to hear one of my tales. In those days, I felt only pride and, elation. Not for one moment was I apprehensive. I had this belief that I could do no…

Greetings brothers and sisters, and thank you for your loyalty to me, turning up rain or shine, shivering or sweating, to listen to my stories in such numbers every Friday under the wild oak. A theme of the day is percentage. It has always saddened me that although in our…