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Isn’t Austria not being Australia confusing?
I remember once a roommate asked me if Kenya was the capital city of Africa and at that moment I didn’t know if to laugh, be sad or disappointed. When I realized she wasn’t joking I explained to her and I hope she has never forgotten. The human in me couldn’t help but judge a little. How could a 25 yr old international University student ask me that? Really? I get asked all the time (no kidding) how Australia is. And to be honest, most of those times I don’t know how Australia is. Because I live in Austria. I have tried so many times to emphasize that fact but…
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You are in a new country and you don’t relate.
Coming to a point where most of your senses align to each other and you find yourself calling a place home is such a defining moment. A blessing on its own. It isn’t easy peasy to settle in a new habitat, learn to maneuver and somehow adapt to it and finally be able to call it home. It is a battle with all your senses. Best believe it. Beautiful thing is we all have the human capability to be able to do so against so many odds. A lot of people ask me if I feel at home in my current host city, or if I will ever go back…
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When loneliness kicks in and you miss home.
Things are completely different to what you were accustomed to. The air smells different too. When it rains, you miss that earthy smell in the air. It seems like forever since you last smelled it. This is something you never paid much attention to. And you dread to forget that smell. The streets are lonely. There are people yes, but everyone seems too absorbed in their own thoughts. You can’t tell really if people are too slow or too fast. But somehow there is that liveliness that’s missing. That liveliness that ascertains you of home. One of the little things you like to do is watching people and trying to…
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“Go where you belong!” Where?
Thinking back, I never thought about racism the way I do now. I wasn’t exposed to that before moving to Europe and so I didn’t fully understand what it exactly was. I was very naive, contrary to all the praises I got from people I interacted with when I moved to Europe. Countless times I was told how brave I was to just board a plane all by myself and move to a whole new country, a whole new culture, a whole different language and to top that with no family at all. I always dismissed that because to myself, it didn’t seem much of a big deal (the way…
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You left and were forgotten.
I recently wrote an article by the title Unloved, which I hope triggered someone somewhere to reset their line of thought and believe they deserve love and that they are loved. Hope you already checked that out. I‘m back here for those who have ever packed their bags or even none, but made the decision to leave home for reasons best known to them or certain circumstances made them to just leave. Found themselves in a far away town or country and by Gods grace they settled. Kind of. We can call them diasporas or run away kings and queens. I know that doesn’t fit so well. But isn’t almost…
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MY TRAVEL STORY 2013
When I was growing up I had dreams. Big dreams. Dreams that I prayed and hoped would one day come true. However, I did not know what it really took to make dreams come true. I did not know how many storms I was gonna break through to see to it that my dreams came true. One of my dreams was to one day go abroad and study. I never talked to anyone about it, though till I finished high school. I imagined how heavenly it would be to live abroad. Far away from where I called home. I pictured in my mind of how great, wonderful and beautiful the…
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I AM BLACK AND I KNOW IT!
Unfortunately being Black is accompanied by so many challenges, discomforts, weird tales and so on. It’s like a bad omen for some people. If you are Black and living in a “White mans” land then you can relate and know what I am talking about . I am a Black Kenyan girl living in Austria Europe. I just call a spade a spade and not otherwise. That is why I embrace being Black. I don’t get offended when you refer to me as Black . I actually did not realize that I would one day be discussing My being born black. I even did not know I was “black” till I…
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