FreedomTrapped Asking Questions and getting people talking is how you make your freedom set you free. Asking Questions and getting people talking is how you make your freedom set you free. I think she is the kind of journalist that Africa will miss. Quick thoughts on presidential term limits and the political crisis in Burundi.

Hard Mashona Type - Growing My Hair. My journey to understanding Hard Mashona Type Hair. My Hair Journey in Pictures. Wednesday, 22 July 2015. Going Gluten Free in Africa. 1 Bread, biscuits, cakes and pasta. 2 Pizza, burgers, deep fried coated chicken,. 5 Coffee creamers, oatmeal, processed cereal.

Chronicling Discovery, Loving Hard and Wanting What I Want. Simplifying PURPOSE and WHO WE WERE CREATED TO BE.

I had been in this place for a long time, so long that I learned to be ok with not being happy. Complacent, if you will, with the undetermined length of time that I would be spending floating in a haze of unsurety. Definitely, I was aware that greener pastures existed, I was even aware of my free will to leave, yet I was stuck. Which brings me to my point.

Changing the perception of disability one reader at a time. Not having a disability is a privilege in itself. I sat there in disbelief, trying to process what I had just heard. An able-bodied person complaining that there are organizations that only employ people with disabilities. WOW! You see contrary to popular belief not having a disability is a privilege in itself.

Thoughts, reflections and convos going on between me, myself and I at 5am your time. I got a job; my first real job in my field of study ever in my life. A regional start-up in a way. I could never have asked for anything better. I am able to tick off all the boxes against this job and say yes, it is my dream job, in a country that I have always wanted to work in. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Did they pass on already, and got buried elsewhere? Or rath.

WRONG versus RIGHT; The Never Ending Conflict Of Interest. Those big eyes set steadfast on mine. That little gleam so distant yet so near. It felt so wrong,. That huge grin so strong yet comforting. Those eyebrows shaped to suit his face. It felt so wrong,. That neat boyish haircut so fresh and clean. That beard so thick and full. It felt so wrong,. Those deep dimples in the contours of his lips. It felt so wrong,.

A space to fit the world in my story. I have waited seven years to write this post. I have been open about my career progress and the many failures I have faced. I have done this through my blog and countless conversations with different people. My friend and mentor was right! From zero sc.

A love poem all over again. Though I have thousands words to tell you. So to connect these dots that are my feelings. I so want to kiss you and bite your lips,. I so want to be the last woman. I so want to hold you tight maybe. I will be the peace that you have always sought. You, my dear,. You make my heart happy and I would choose you. You are the perfect guy,.

Do everything you want to do now, whether you are good at it or not! Live your best life! January 2, 2017. 2016 was a year like no other, no one could have possibly prepared me for what was coming, though I can say the end of 2015 gave me a bit of a preview and as it all begins to make sense when I look back. I had the pleasure of being .