Searching for my roots in an Algerian cemetery
In our series of letters from African journalists, Maher Mezahi writes about what the branches of his family tree have taught him.
On the outskirts of Skikda, an agreeable Mediterranean city along Algeria’s eastern seaboard, my extended family owns a plot of land that sits on a slope.
For my mother and her siblings, the land was an idyllic escape from their cramped downtown apartment that was synonymous with the mental grind of the school year.
On long summer vacations in the countryside, they cautiously picked juicy prickly pears, carelessly built large
