When you leave the country, you learn to lie. When you were 17 and leaving the 254 borders for the first time, heading out on a plane to the land of milk and honey, nobody warned you that it was not ALL milk and honey. More like really bad mala and horribly made molasses syrup. […]
…When they tell you, at the end of the work day on Friday, that the coming Monday is a holiday so no work. Three-day weekends are my absolute favorites!
Found this gem on Craigslist. Yes, I troll CL sometimes…looking for jobs, funnyisms and the occasional tennis partner or apartment. Stranger outside Big Star who told me you hoped I would die on my bike You: Older gentleman in business casual, liquor on breath, sense of self worth fueled by demeaning other people Me: Diminutive […]
I really like this idea. In Public Health, the approach is always ‘community-based’ focused, meaning use what the community is comfortable with to put your message across. No need to adapt colonial structures of impressing upon people i.e. coming in and using what YOU are used to in the Western world to try and get […]
Making: Plans for the end of next month when I move. Again. Cooking: Chapatis and eggplant stew. Drinking: Tea. Green, Mint and Black. Reading: African Love Stories; An Anthology – compiled by Ama Ata Aidoo. Wanting: A permanent job in EM. Playing: Sauti Sol ‘Sura Yako’ Wasting: My white sneakers that I just bought to […]
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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mkhana in transit 
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