People who Speak Little English Are Still People

Half an hour into rolling around in the grass, I realised that my date didn’t speak English. We had met at a random bar in Leicester Square the night before and somehow I’d failed to understand that when he’d said he was Italian he had really meant Italian – as in born and raised, just moved to London, not a word of English spoken Italian.

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Natasha Mwansa
I Hate SZA's Album Because SZA's Album is Me

 I'd timed my first listen of CTRL just right. It was four in the morning and I was being driven to Denpasar Airport to catch an early morning flight to Singapore. The streets were dark and empty but enchanting in their foreign nature - a perfect backdrop for the contemplative mood SZA's newest offering was about to spin me into. 

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Natasha Mwansa