To the woman who loved me without a career, a job, or the ability to dress myself, eat, drink and even walk. To the one who loved me just because there’s no because. To the one who doesn’t place my value on external achievements, who loves me irrespective of what I do or don’t do:…
Tag: African
THE AFRO: WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH YOUR HAIR?
I was just reluctantly pulling out from the softest kiss, still relishing the sweet-tasting impression of our lips dancing together when he asked a question that snapped me out of my reverie “What can you do with your hair?” I looked back at him as he moved off the bed to adjust the air conditioning…
THIS IS ME : A FAMILY HAIR TRADITION
This is Me: Between my Aunt Masi’s legs. I have been nagging her all week, all day and all night to “please, please plait my hair” . She finally is now. There’s something comforting about being trapped between her ample thighs and the sound her thin silver bangles make as she twists and turns my…
WHAT’S NEWS TO YOU? LESSONS FROM A 13 YEAR OLD JOURNALIST
This month on September 11 I marked 13 years as a journalist. So I thought I should dedicate this week’s blog post to an activity that has dominated my life for the past 13 years. Of course, it’s a long story. IN THE BEGINNING: WHAT AM I? I had many dreams and aspirations before…
A Personal Assignment: Nothing is Black or White in Africa
Sweetheart I am so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. See I had some unfinished new business to take care of. Matters of the heart run deep and often pull you unawares back to a place you thought you’d moved away from, made peace with,let go and closed the door. You see,…
