“Is the meat ready? How long does it take to cook, you lazy bitch?” I vigorously move the ladle in the wok as Salailen hollers from the living room. “And make sure you make it red hot and spicy – not the bland broth you churned out last time!” His words, dripping with derision, rasp across the length and breadth of the modest dwelling, before they hit my ears. I place the smoking hot pieces of goat meat on a bed of rice on the leaf plate, along with some raw onion and green chilli. The gravy is still simmering, … Continue reading The Colour of Hunger