Can We Pretend that Airplanes…

The first time I ever noticed airplanes or even thought about being somewhere outside of my home in Accra was when I watched my mother leave. Since then, airplanes have had a strange significance for me: growth. Not growth I intended to have at six years old, but, growth nonetheless. I write about that experience … Continue reading Can We Pretend that Airplanes…

Si te vas, yo tambien me voy…

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…

Fernweh, but with a passport

'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