I was sharing with a dutch friend the other day that sometimes I forget I’m black. Not that I’ve ever wanted to forget my roots or dark ebony complexion; but that I’ve […]
Black and stared at in a foreign country? Here’s a few things you can do..
Did I meet a paedophile?
The day had gone well. We had made it to a friend’s wedding in the nation’s capital: Amsterdam. I hadn’t seen her for six years. My daughter whom she had cradled as […]
Wan dolla…he?
The intensity of the Asian sub-continent is something that draws me back…time and again. The minute I step into any country, the intensity pf everything just screams and jolts me to the […]
Travelogues of an African Girl 