Kester Grant is a British-Mauritian writer of color. She was born in London, grew up between the UK, Democratic Republic of Congo, and the tropical island paradise of Mauritius.  As a wanton nomad she and her husband are unsure which country they currently reside in but they can generally be found surrounded by their fiendish pack of cats and dogs.




Like all good rebels, British-Mauritian Kester was born on November 5* 1984[ii]

...and subsequently dragged up all over the globe: Africa, Mauritius, UK, and the USA are some of her haunts.

According to reliable sources, Kester has been reading since she was 11 months old. She once won a prize for reading every book in the school library [iii]. Despite being forced to study some rather dubious texts in school[iv], Kester retains a love for classic literature. For this she deposits offerings of gratitude at her parent’s door. And she forgives them for taking Wuthering Heights away from her when she was 8 because she had read it “too many[v] times.

Kester dreamed of being a writer since the age of 6. As a child she used to tell herself stories out loud until her mother intervened, worried that she would come across as deranged. She spent most maths classes making up overly dramatic assassin/superhero/pirate/space captain adventures.

Kester speaks French and is a foodie, an animal lover, a coeliac, and a dyslexic. She sings ‘Le Temps des Cathédrales’ every time she sees Notre Dame Cathedral. She can generally be found throwing story problems at her delightfully supportive husband, or pacing around dining room tables talking to herself whenever her mother is not around.

Kes is represented by Josh Adams at Adams Literary


*Death-day of notorious British rebel Guy Fawkes celebrated annually in the UK by giant morbidly ironic bonfire's & firework displays

[ii] A year immortalised in a frankly disturbing book by George Orwell

[iii] and got subsequent anonymous calls outing her as a nerd. Since she was already aware that she was a nerd, this didn’t really faze her.

[iv] The Owl Service, Lord of the Flies, a Streetcar Named Desire, The Dolls House, Glass Menagerie and out of all the possible Shakespearean plays; the Winters Tale. Kester is only grateful for Antigone, that is all.

[v] How many qualifies as “too many”?