A city of beauty and destruction, humor and sadness, growth and stagnation. Where green and red lights mean maybe, and the only thing needed to cross the street is confidence. I’ll admit it, I was afraid of you at first. Fear dissipates with experience, familiarity, knowing.
Yes, I know, I stopped writing. I’ve started countless posts that I’ve abandoned halfway through. I went to Greece with the passionate intention to write about my experience, it’s just that, I’m not sure how to verbalize it, how to share it. I arrived in Leros and jumped into an exciting, emotional, overwhelming, and sad tornado that consumed me until the moment I boarded a tiny plane back to Athens. It’s taken me a few weeks of aimlessly wandering around Europe to sort it all out. Continue reading “Silence”
Barbed wire. Fences and barbed wire. A cement court surrounded by high fences and barbed wire. A policed metal gate opens up to gravel, concrete, metal containers and barbed wire. A military truck dumps crates of bread on the slab of concrete surrounded by barbed wire – breakfast. Children run around on the gravel, playing on rocks in the confined, fenced in camp. All I see is barbed wire. Surely this is a prison. No? A refugee camp you call it. Hotspot, a prison to some – Syrians, Kurds, Palestinians, Iranians, Pakistanis a refugee camp to others. Continue reading “Hotspot”
Seemingly, everyone I’ve met since landing in Athens has an opinion about the refugee crisis in Greece – locals, Uber drivers, NGO’s, police, and refugees themselves. Opinions are freely shared with me once I disclose what I’m doing here (teaching yoga in a refugee camp) and I listen, hesitating to form an opinion until I’ve had my own experience on the island of Leros, my home for the next month or so. Continue reading “POC, Refugee, Resident”
Here’s the first blog in a mini series on Townships. I’ve stated previously that South Africa is different from other parts of Africa I’ve experienced. I was lucky enough to get an in depth look at one of the Townships, and more insight into why South Africa (Cape Town specifically) is so different. Continue reading “Langa Lessons”
So, at the risk of making enemies, I have to say this.
Yes, it would be cool to have a woman as president. Yes, I am a feminist and believe in women’s empowerment, strong women, etc.
But. Do we like Hillary because she would be a great president and she’s the right person for the job? Or because she’s a woman and we want to make history again? Continue reading “Because She’s a Woman? Or the Right Person?”
I absolutely love this book. I love it because it’s raw, it’s real, and it made me uncomfortable to read it. The author, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, tells the story of a Nigerian woman who moved to America for university. She discusses her experience acclimating to American culture as an African, and America’s issues with race … Continue reading Americanah- An Uncomfortable But Necessary Look At Black and White In America