I don’t really believe in setting goals based on “the new year”, better known as “a cosmically arbitrary event, carrying no Astronomical significance at all.”
In this series (Pain), I will explore the complexities of my childhood, the trade offs of conservative family values, mental health and the taboos around expressing pain in African Tradition Culture.
Pain is real…
Over the last 3 years, I’ve undergone a lot of growth; socially, academically and professionally. A key part of that growth has been the result of frequent self-reflection, through important conversations as well as my blog. A key purpose of this blog is to share what I have learnt, and continue to learn, with the hope that this will be useful to you in your personal journey. I have distilled these lessons to five brief and actionable points.
“Make no mistake, I was rooting for Mrs. Clinton to win and break the glass ceiling but that had to happen on the people’s terms, not the Democratic Party’s”
Racism in America I dream of a better life every day. I pray for safety and peace. I study and strive for a brighter future. I yearn to be loved and appreciated. I cry when I am hurt and laugh when I am happy. I hope for a life in which I have food on […]
“When you get there, be sure to put yourself out there and get the full experience”. “Don’t forget who you are”. “Skype me at least once every fortnight”. “Take great selfies”. “Go to New York”. “Eat pizza and nothing else for like five weeks straight”. “Don’t choose a weird major”. These are some of the […]
It’s 2.37 pm, hot and humid! After almost four hours of classes, I am exhausted. Nothing like the good old Economics and Programming to cool you down in typical New England weather (sigh). I retreat to my room and slowly sink my body into my comfy bed to take a much needed power nap. Whilst […]
“Ladies and gentlemen, we will be taking off from Harare International Airport soon”. Thirty minutes later… “Ladies and gentlemen, we have now exited Zimbabwean airspace”. Four hours later… “Welcome to Addis Ababa Bole Airport!” Sixteen hours later… “Welcome to Washington Dulles Airport”. There I was, after a 20 hour long flight, standing at terminal C1 […]
Are you nervous? Are you going to cope alone? Is it safe there? How often will you call us? When will you visit? The food, are you going to like it? The winters, will you survive them? These are some of the myriad questions I have been barraged with over the past few weeks. Unfortunately, […]
Then. Now. Forever.