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Tag: freedom

Can We Pretend that Airplanes…

The first time I ever noticed airplanes or even thought about being somewhere outside of my home in Accra was when I watched my mother leave. Since then, airplanes have had a strange significance for me: growth. Not growth I intended to have at six years old, but, growth nonetheless. I write about that experience…

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Money Matters

Money comes and goes—or so I tell myself every time I buy a one way ticket to a place I did little to no research on prior to my departure date. On a scale of free to deeply oppressed, I have accepted (much to my chagrin) that my financial background, until I can change it,…

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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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