So it’s 2017, and another year has gone by very fast. This is the time when people do new year’s resolutions and promise to be better people for the incoming year. It’s a respectable tradition that I’ve never been able to do. By the second or third week or January i forget what i even… Continue reading 2016 Reflection
If you’re African over the age of 35 you’re probably shocked and annoyed at this statement. “How?? How does Keza not want to get married? That’s an abomination!! She needs prayers of deliverance!” This is how most of your reactions probably look like. To be honest I named the title like that to catch your… Continue reading I don’t want to get married
This will be a mini-series on my blog that talks about my adventures as a third culture kid. All the culture shock, all the constant changes, the good and the bad about being a TCK. A third culture kid is someone who grew up outside of their culture for a significant part of their… Continue reading Chronicles of a Third Culture Kid
I remember when my brother Muco was born. Well, I remember driving to the hospital, my three year old self bombarding my dad with questions, and him filling me in on my new responsibilities as a big sister. I don’t remember what he said, but I do remember the moment I saw my baby brother… Continue reading The love of a sibling
Whenever someone says “Africa” what do people really think of? I asked this questions to some of my friends and the answers I got are the same ones that are on the media. Tribalism, child soldiers, poverty, etc… I wasn’t surprised when I got these answers from them. This is what they see on the… Continue reading Do you live in the jungle?
“If feminism wasn’t powerful, if feminism wasn’t influential, people wouldn’t spend so much time putting it down.” – Jessica Valenti I recently read an article on the odyssey online (http://theodysseyonline.com/wku/it-is-okay-not-to-be-feminist/344023 ), and its title was “I’m not a feminist and that’s OK.” It went on to describe all the reasons she wasn’t a feminist, and… Continue reading Feminism…what it means
Dear childhood best friend We’ve all grown up now, we’re all pursuing our dreams, and we’ve all but lost touch. I don’t feel sad though, I feel thankful. Thankful for everything that we have been through together, and everything that you have taught me. I distinctly remember where we met, Nursery one at Ecole Belge.… Continue reading Letter to my childhood bestfriend