If you had to pick five crucial moments that completely changed the person you are today, which would you pick? The day you were born? A near death experience? Your first kiss? The day you lost someone dear to you? Yesterday, I introduced my concentration (individualized major) to a group of professors by highlighting the … Continue reading Five Moments
Nina Simone's voice taught me to feel pain. I know it sounds far-fetched because human beings learn pain from birth-- maybe that's why we cry as soon as we leave the warmth of the womb and feel the harsh breeze of the world outside comfort and safety. But, the day I fell in love with … Continue reading Why you wanna fly, Blackbird?
Who accepts sex as the glory of the body; passion as its companion? She never thought of sex as anything more than a physical activity between two selfish people. She didn't have to know their story; only that their hands could glide over her throat, threatening to take her life force away. She only needed … Continue reading Him
You ever heard that joke of the Nigerian father who paid for his kid's swimming lessons? Anyway, it goes: the father saw the child drowning during their first swimming class and yelled; "Ayomide! Rise! Don't waste my money!" That joke used to crack me up probably more than it should. Last week, during my … Continue reading Mare Nostrum
It was about 1am in Paracas and I was having beers and sharing laughs with fellow travellers. A couple of them were Australian, one was from Panama and the last was Peruvian. The Peruvian told us about a drug people (mostly of Caucasian descent) travelled to Peru for. It was supposed to be some kind … Continue reading Living la Vida Loca
It has taken me way too long to put this blog post together mainly because it is about Peru and Peru has my heart. I was newly nineteen and almost done with my first year in college when I panicked. Literally, panicked. I did not want to go back home to my suburbs only to … Continue reading Si te vas, yo tambien me voy…
'Maame without borders' is supposedly a representation of my 'coming of age' story; me expressing myself without any boundaries or prescribed notions of who I must be in certain spaces. A piece of my story is my struggle to control my fernweh. Fernweh is technically the German word for wanderlust, but, think about it as being … Continue reading Fernweh, but with a passport