You live in a city and build a bond with it. You become friends. It is your first cut of a city in this country. You have experiences and build memories together. You know the distinct smell of many of its neighbourhoods. You discover its corners of fun, its secrets, its dark spots, its light…
Category: Reviews
Her Story
Afrobloggers, I’m taking a different stride from today’s writing prompt. It’s probably one thing content creators should be open to. Try something off tangent. Twist the rules. Jump off a cliff into the writing waters. Give the reader a few pieces of you that you’re okay letting out. When I read Becoming Vanessa, her experiences…
Favorite Local Food
I’m writing this during my lunch break. I’m working from home today. On one side of my table are biscuits with lemon flavored cream fillings. Those will be dessert. I would’ve had yoghurt as a starter but that would fill me up. To the left of my table is a glass of orange juice. My…
Day #19: My Skechers – A Review
My toes slant at an acute angle. They are like a family of five; dad, mum and a line of three children ages eight, six, and four. My toes take the shape of a pan flute held together by a sisal rope. Which means if I did the moonwalk, spun and finished it off with…
Day #7: Hooked By A Blog
I’ve read many blogs over the last seven days. I have seen many voices on those blogs. I have smiled. I have laughed. I nodded. I have agreed with some people. I have been encouraged by others. And I continue to read. This post, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly had me at its…
Luxembourg City
This one’s going to be short and sweet, like Sauti Sol and Nyashinski. I took a trip to Luxembourg last weekend. Four hours and 20 minutes – that’s how long the train ride took. I stepped off the train at Gare Centrale, cellphone in hand with no connection, walked to the information point, was given…
Paris, France
I’m watching the Eiffel Tower glowing with sparkles of silver stars. It is the choreography of lights, a classical composition akin to that of Claude Debussy, a fragrance of Eau de Parfum, a miracle. Those lights are making unforgettable love to my eyes. I don’t want them to stop. I soak that energy into my…
Bad Münstereifel
I came to Germany with a half-full suitcase, a UgaBus branded backpack and a mountain of stereotypes. “Those guys are racists. They’ll make you feel like the first piece of sliced bread, unwanted.” I doubted this one. “Their sense of humor is like rotten eggs. It’s smelly. You’ll be walking on egg shells everyday. No…
India
You call up this girl that you like. She knows you like her so you won’t pretend about it. She’s mellow, wears a smile that beams like sunflowers. She carries the personality of a fresh tantalizing aroma that draws you to her. And she’s into Neo Soul music, a genre that you started paying attention…