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Five Moments

If you had to pick five crucial moments that completely changed the person you are today, which would you pick? The day you were born? A near death experience? Your first kiss? The day you lost someone dear to you? Yesterday, I introduced my concentration (individualized major) to a group of professors by highlighting the…

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Why you wanna fly, Blackbird?

Nina Simone’s voice taught me to feel pain. I know it sounds far-fetched because human beings learn pain from birth– maybe that’s why we cry as soon as we leave the warmth of the womb and feel the harsh breeze of the world outside comfort and safety. But, the day I fell in love with…

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Him

Who accepts sex as the glory of the body; passion as its companion? She never thought of sex as anything more than a physical activity between two selfish people. She didn’t have to know their story; only that their hands could glide over her throat, threatening to take her life force away. She only needed…

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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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