So, I have talked about the weather, the heating system, coats, partying and a bit about Ottawa city in my previous posts. Today I wanna share my Canadian dating experience. Hold tight, this is one bumpy ride. Continue reading Culture Shock for the African in Canada – Part 3
First significant lesson I learn upon exiting the airport and heading home is that in Canada, interior places are almost always warm in winter while exterior places make you feel like one that bears the brunt of Rose’s betrayal in Titanic.
Now that I have actually experienced icy weather, my doubts about Rose’s commitment to Jack on that ship and specifically on that piece of door in the open ocean have been cemented. No, I will never get over it. She let him die people. It was freaking cold. He was freezing! I…I…I just can’t. 😭😭 Continue reading Culture Shock for the African in Canada – Part 2
So I have been in Canada for close to two months now. I come from one of those countries the American vile douchebag president Trump calls “shithole countries,” …because you know, Africa. I’m not even surprised anymore. Not even mad. I have already offered two thorough courses on modern African civilization right here so am not about to get into that right now. There’s no cure for people that deliberately choose to remain ignorant. Continue reading Culture Shock for the African in Canada – Part 1
The world can be so cruel sometimes.
Hold your horses, I am not feeling suicidal at all…at least not at this particular point in my life. But there was a time when I entertained the thought.
I was crushed yesterday when I came across the news of the death of a Kpop star, the frontman for the Korean boy band SHINee by the name of Kim Jonghyung. He was beautiful, talented, famous and appeared to have everything going well in his life…until he took his own life and left a very sorrowful letter behind explaining why he felt he had to take his dear life. For me this was the second death of a celebrity in 2017 that broke my heart to the core, the first being that of Linkin Park’s frontman Chester Bennington. Continue reading Suicide…The Silent Voice Screaming: Help Me
It was somewhere around the beginning of this year (I think) when I found myself sitting in the office of one of the top government institutions waiting to be interviewed by a man who in that moment had the power to make or break me in my path as a rising entrepreneur. Continue reading The Day I hated Being a Woman
Would you dare get married again?
This is the question I get asked often, this and “are you ready to start dating again?” Because I am a divorcee, somehow people expect me to loathe the idea of marriage. They tell me they would understand if I said “Hell nah, aint doing no marriage no more!” If I could paint the looks on some of the faces that ask me this question, I would be somewhere up there with the Picasso’s of the world. Continue reading Chronicles of a Divorcee: Dare to get Married, Again? 😯