Miami Trip Part 5: Post-Miami blues
Check out the previous articles in the series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 We had been in Tally since the afternoon of 27. The next three days went uneventful. We had already returned our rentals and were…
Miami Trip Part 4: On to Key West
Check out the previous articles in the series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 The nightlife in Miami is bustling. Ocean Dr was crowded. The clubs had beautiful lights and décor, and the people were all full of life. We…
Miami Trip Part 3: Christmas in Miami
Check out the previous articles in the series: Part 1 Part 2 We woke up late the next day. Our Jeep was not taking fuel and it was getting to us. Two of us went to change the vehicle and…
Miami Trip Part 2: Miami at last!
To read the first article in the series, click here. The drive to Miami was a long one, not in terms of distance, but in the sense that we had taken our essential stops already and now we would need…
Putting Love First Doesn’t Always Work
We’ve all been there. At some point of our lives, we’ve given into love, or what felt like love at the time. Be that skipping a work meeting because your partner had that one day off, creating a fiasco at…
A Brown Odyssey
For the longest time I had this question brewing like a storm in the farthest corner of my mind – Why are we, as brown people, so hostile to the colour ‘brown’? Why do we feel the need to overstep…
My First Week of Culture Shocks
When you move to a new country, the culture shocks are startling. In fact, they sneak up on you unnoticed. No matter how well you prepare or how many lessons you receive about the change in environment, it may never…
How to Tame Your Dragons: Convincing a Girl’s Parents to Let Her Go on Trips
We are all aware of what envy feels like. For me, it often takes the form of going through my social media when my friends are on a trip. If those aesthetic pictures and check-ins feel like torture, just wait…
Six Letters to Six People in High School, University and Beyond
If I have to be honest with everyone else, then first, I have to be honest with myself. And that starts by admitting that I don’t like this. I don’t like that I have nothing to do with the place…