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Mare Nostrum

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…

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Living la Vida Loca

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…

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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…

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Salutations

Some time ago, one of my colleagues passed a slick comment about my somewhat constant need to find myself in a new space. He asked me what I was constantly running away from and I laughed. I mean, what else was I supposed to do? I wasn’t running away from anyone or anything in particular—I…

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