I can’t think of a better way to start, really, than with this:
This is satisfying on so many levels, not least of which is the self-knowledge which comes from the fact that I’m surprised and rather ashamed that I’ve never heard of Chris Abani before.
It’s good to be here. Small, cosy, comfortable and out of the way. Radical pruning of dead wood. With unbounded thanks to the more than usually mercurial silver-fingered blog-gardner Mr Hg.
And, while I’m at it, here’s an explanation of franky: