Making the world mine

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In my little corner, my fortress of solitude, I look at the my grandma’s globe. The places I’ve been, bring a curve to my lips. The places I dream of, make my heart race. Oh, how I wish to make them all home. From the Serengeti to Santorini, sprinkle a part of me. Even when I die, I will stay alive, in the places I’ve been. The people, oh the people and their stories. Stories of watching the northern lights from an iglu and getting lost in the middle of a desert with only a bottle of water and the […]

Lessons from Africa

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It’s been months since I’ve left the red African soil (thanks for ruining half my wardrobe, by the way) and I’m still not over it. Every single time someone asks me about my trip, or I see a feature on TV, or when I hear the President Lungu talk – God, do I detest him – I go right back to those five weeks. It wasn’t just my first time travelling to Africa, it was my first time travelling alone. And when your tickets are messed up, your vaccinations are a tad bit delayed, your visa situation is tricky, you […]


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For a few days, expect a lot of pondering to happen in this space. If that’s not your cup of tea, well, see my Instagram instead. It’s pretty. When I told my parents I wanted to go see Africa, they were in doubt. And I get it, why wouldn’t they be? After all, most of us have been exposed to a very crude picture of Africa. The picture of malnourishment and malaria, the picture of blood diamonds and civil wars. And while this is true, it’s not what defines the entire continent. To put it in context, what if I used […]