THROUGH MY EYES
Sometime in 2011...I think. A taxi stopped by the side of the road and dropped off a lady that had a baby on her back. Another taxi stopped behind them and beeped then the taxi driver shouted something and sped away. Just opposite the road, a group of children
REFLECTIVE JOURNALING
She was too aware of what was going on around her and at the same time she never really knew what was going on around her. She kept herself imprisoned in her mind, hoping there was a way to free herself, but she had lost the key a while ago
Diary
Aunt Iselin and I just watched Queen of Katwe a few minutes ago, I hadn't seen it before so Aunt Iselin suggested it. I cried throughout most of the film, not because it was too sad or anything, my tears flowed because it woke something in me, it
FOR THE LOVE OF LANGUAGES
Planen var at jeg skulle skrive om hvordan det var å jobbe på Svanhovd og å fortelle litt om sommeren i Pasvik, altså plutselig begynte vi med skolen og jeg glemte å skrive. Nå har jeg vært opptatt med skole-greie også vel, prøve jeg å være sammen med familien som
MY JOURNEY NORTH
On the 10th of August 2019, I got on a plane for the first time in my life after saying goodbye to my friends and family at the Husea Kutako International Airport, located about 45 km east of Windhoek. As soon as the familiar faces disappeared behind the check-in point,
MY JOURNEY NORTH
In the previous post I talked about how the idea of me moving to Norway was merely a talk over pizza, but one that would eventually come to life. In this second post, I would like to share the period before I actually left for Norway, including: getting my passport,
MY JOURNEY NORTH
Towards the end of my grade 10 year in high school, my mom decided to move me and my little sister, Janet into an orphanage because she had found a job at a lodge outside Windhoek. Below is a piece extracted from my book on Wattpad, 'Diary of an
CREATIVE NON-FICTION
His mother died when he was only a year old, leaving him with his grandparents who took him in. They decided to take him in because he was their wonderful daughter's second youngest son, one that they had grown to love dearly. They could not really take care
Diary
When I was two years old, my mom gave birth to a baby girl. She wasn't the cutest baby at all, trust me... (dark humor?) She started talking way earlier than most kids her age did, and that was a sign already that she would be a crazy
OTHER
Thank you so much Ospreyshire's Realm for nominating me for the Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award! This is my first time to be nominated and I am really grateful. Do check out Ospreyshire's awesome blog about poems, music and other creative projects. Thank you for your support,
IN CONVERSATION
I've written two separate posts on this topic, both of them under the opinions of different people. This time around I wanted to write about how I see it, where I think we stand and how we can try and change the scars left behind by apartheid. Before
Diary
I want to write so bad. I want to write about all the things that you know in a way that only you would understand. I want to write about the little things that make you smile and the big ones that make you mad. I want to write about