A Black British Girl's Perspective of a Global Village
I stuffed another pao de queijo into my mouth. This was the moment I had been waiting for after the 7 hour bus ride from Rio to Belo Horizonte yesterday. I was full but I couldn't resist yet another one. This is definitely my last I think to myself as I notice the number of cheese... Continue Reading →
A post I found which touches on the reality of being a (freelance) writer...
And this time has been like any other. I've been caught up in the whirlwind of arriving in Rio and settling in that anything outside this world be comes a distant memory. No news is good news is my motto. I forget to call home. Back home where my family and my friends are. I... Continue Reading →
That´s right I did. But it wasn´t planned (like that counts!) I innocently stepped into a gym the other day to try and blag a free one day pass (as you do when you´re feeling too lazy to jog all the way to the beach)... And I stepped out with a membership for a month!... Continue Reading →
Last sunday I went to church. That's at least three times this year I've attended a church service. Not bad for a 'non church goer'. I've always claimed that my spirituality lies in the comfort of my heart. I don't go out preaching (though I do like a healthy constructive debate) and I'm open to other... Continue Reading →
"the fact that I'm still alive and there is still a whole world out there I haven't seen yet..." My inspirations. Edrin Kondi on what motivates him to get up in the morning.
It saddens me that many Africans think the 'west' is the land of opportunity. And it's not just Africans. I only need to turn on my TV and the vast immigration programmes such as Passport Control, UK Boarder Force etc show us the extreme means people take to enter the western world. Indeed there are many... Continue Reading →
"If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages." ELAINE LINER This quote appeared just as I finished posting my last post. The timing couldn't be more perfect. I often wonder if my blogging is a little too personal. If I'm putting myself out there too... Continue Reading →
I know you're out there. I can sense your presence through my page. Ghost readers! They are the readers that haunt my blog without leaving so much as a trace to let me know they're here. They come and leave without a courteous 'hello' or 'goodbye'. They're Invisible. And that's the scary part. Writing for... Continue Reading →
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