Those of you who know me outside of this labyrinth know that for a long time I steered clear of anything that seemed too domestic. Being from the third world where women have a stereotype we have to live up to, my daily routine included slapping said demands with a trout. Which meant I steered…
Category: Tanzania
Don’t over-think it bro!
I had never been to a holiday for the sake of a holiday till I was 24. This shouldn’t be surprising considering I’m born to self-realised Social Activists/AidWorkers who can never really draw the line between work and anything else and it would be hypocritical of me to complain because in this field, work is…
This is for you, Rami
He was the first person to ever tell me I was full of shit, not as an insult but as an observation. I was in the habit of using my words to get away with everything – of convincing people I was okay and that life was great. He saw right through me and I…
The Neon Diary
Its hard to pin down a memory when there is so much of nothing to do that you just don’t have time. You know what I mean? And sure, I did say I’d write a memory a day but sometimes I just stare at the moleskine diary and wish it would fill itself up. Or…
Exit wounds
I’m sitting on my bike in the parking lot of Thoms. It is this bakery that is right near the school I studied at and has in so many ways come to represent all that was good about my childhood and somehow, the beginning of my obsession with creating rituals. Maybe it’s my attempt at…
This Labyrinth I Roam 
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