Ana – Ana Onatah

Ana Onatah

SIX WEEKS AT SEA IN THE SEVENTIES, PART ONE.

February 1977 Rotterdam, Holland, I’m 29. I’m sitting close to Peter, my husband of three weeks, on the deck of a tugboat crossing the harbour to join our ship. It’s the start of his next four month assignment as Chief Officer, and I’m to travel with him for six weeks. It’s cold and grey, and we rise and fall with…

CHILDHOOD RE-VISITED, PART TWO

The best thing about our new house is that it’s right by the river, I just jump over a low wall and run through the trees. The ground is covered in white garlic flowers with bright green leaves. I kick off my sandals and walk into the water over slippery stones until it’s deep enough to swim. I dive under…