My heart belongs to Africa
Gun shots, fires, children running scared, crying, hungry, dying, women screaming, men fighting. I am plagued by these images, which are passed on as fact representing my home. I am not naïve though, I know my home is not without its faults but that does not make me love it any less. Am I scared? Yes. Do I want to run away? Sometimes. But ask me if I love you and my answer is yes. Do I miss you? Of course.
School’s not just about x plus y
The ideology that in order for a child to succeed in life, academics come first and everything else is secondary was a firm principle throughout my childhood.
It’s an exciting time to be in Zambia after a successful, peaceful and poised exchange of power from the MMD (Movement for Multi-party Democracy) to the PF (Patriotic Front).
On How Life Is…
It must’ve been ’99 and Macy Gray had just released her album ‘On How Life Is’ and that title and album have stuck with me since.
On Dark Girls
Every year I’ve told myself I’ll attend a TIFF (Toronto International Film Festival) movie and every year comes and goes, excuses, excuses. This year, I buckled down after learning the documentary ‘Dark Girls’ would be showing and waited a total of an hour and fifteen minutes on the phone to purchase my tickets. And it was all worth it.