For those of you who have been receiving your daily (sometimes) copy of this publication for more than four years, you may recall a storyline about a mysterious toy called “Oakwul” that consumed a few weeks of newspapers in the midst of the pandemic lockdown.
Last night, I pulled out one of seven archival storage boxes containing every edition of The Daily Kina and walked Kina through a few at random. Watching her read about herself at the tender age of three, from a time she barely recalls, was deeply satisfying for me.
I’ve always said that this newspaper is for Kina more than it is for anybody else, and now that I can give it to her in little chunks, it feels like I’ve kept a promise.
Oakwul, though… That was as confusing to her as it was to all of us:
You can find a brief summation of the pre-newsletter Oakwul headlines at the bottom of this post celebrating the first anniversary of The Daily Kina.
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