Share this postJ’accuseI am the mould that Habibti cannot wipe awayCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesMoreI am the mould that Habibti cannot wipe awayAn essay by Xavier ChapmanJ’accuseJan 18, 2024∙ Paid13Share this postJ’accuseI am the mould that Habibti cannot wipe awayCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesMore1Share‘Praxis, me old mucker. It means putting thought in to action…’The words of my uncle, Graham, echo softly in my mind as I emerge purposefully from Holloway Road station. My beaten and battered Fjallr…This post is for paid subscribersSubscribeAlready a paid subscriber? Sign in