
Survivor’s Guilt and The burden of Remembering – Kwibuka31
I attended the Kwibuka31 and wished I had not gone.
My name is Amara (she/her). I am an outdoorsy soul and from as far back as I can recall, writing has been my primary mode of expression. That was until I got Chemo brain during Cancer treatment. Going through that stage made me start blogging again.
I attended the Kwibuka31 and wished I had not gone.
Mike left home for a meeting with God. God sent me as his proxy.
I met Elif Shafak by happenstance. No appointments. Not aware she existed until that morning.
Jorge Mario Bergoglio may not ring a bell to you but Pope Francis will.
I am an African, We don’t do dogs. But how would you know that if you
Please do not burst my bubble because with my head in the clouds, I can pretend not to know
How this Indian woman reminded me of what truly matters
How a chance encounter with a refugee sent me a reminder
March is recognised internationally as Women’s Month. This year, I was part of
Platters of fruits They sat around the tables as the Imam led the Dua for Iftar.