Author: Harry Henry Julin

Too many mouths to feed

‘There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.’ – Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948); pre-eminent leader of Indian nationalism in British-colonised India. “DIDN’T I tell you? Stop having any more kids, I said. You’re too poor to feed them!” The

When a house is not a home

A house can be a home but a home is not always a house. Home is an abstract concept where as house is a concrete concept. A home is a place where someone lives and to which they have an emotional attachment whereas a house is just a building whether

Unwanted and abused

“I regret giving birth to you!” screamed the woman in a shrill voice. “Go away! You always make my blood boil.” In a second, my friend appeared in the doorway and quickly jumped down from the open veranda of their house instead of using the notched-log ladder. As he approached

Wait for me, my love

The first time I read these exact words was sometime in the mid-1960s in a letter that a young woman brought to me because she could not read. In those days illiteracy was rampant so it was not unusual to get help from a reader. I was already able to

Stories can reframe our internal narratives

A woman purposefully and continuously overfed her young stepson with unhealthy but delicious foods and sugary beverages every day to make him sick and die.  What the …! Damn! The storyteller had me hooked. Incredulous, I asked, “Why?” “She did not want the boy, who was an only child, to

Think in English

UNTIL about 12 years of age, children can learn any language to the extent that it becomes their native language. After that, the ability fades away. In 2008, a Canadian neuroscientist, Norman Doidge, published a book in which he dealt with this “fading away” of the language faculty and described

Mathematics is a language

LATELY, I have been thinking a lot about why many people, especially those in remote rural villages, are bad at arithmetic and mathematics. This happened after I came across a few jottings on the matter in my old reporter’s notebook. The more I thought about it, the more it bugs

Why I hated English

WHEN I was a child in primary school, English grammar was the bane of my existence. I hated it with a passion. And because of that, I hated the whole language. Heck, I couldn’t even spell ‘grammar’. To begin with, nobody explained why we must learn English. Every day, we

You killed your mother!

THE words were shouted and uttered in a manner meant to hurt. Shocked by the loudness, force of utterance, and bitter tone of the voice, I almost dropped the rattan basket that contained my usual load of pots, pans, and plates that I wanted to clean in the stony mountain

Ecstasy of solitude high above the ground

“ONE that would have the fruit must climb the tree,” wrote Thomas Fuller (1608-1661) of Aldwincle, Northamptonshire, England, one of the wittiest and most prolific authors of the 17th century. Taken literally, this is so true of rural life, especially in remote farming and hunter-gatherer communities such as those in