I close my eyes, but sleep will not come. There are voices in my head. Her voices. Vibrant, sad, urgent, passionate. She wants to be heard. She has a pained smile, a fearless gaze, softened by the love in her heart.There is understanding in her eyes.Her hair is sometimes covered, sometimes blue, sometimes curly, sometimes … Continue reading She is fearful, she is courageous. And she wants to be known.
The green card. That was everyone’s dream and scoring one was like winning the lottery, but better. Growing up in rural Kenya 2 ½ hours drive outside Nairobi, we spoke of America in reverent tones. America was generous. She was kind. She sent plenty of USAID in corn oil and dried yellow corn to keep … Continue reading As an African child I grew up romanticising America, and now I am in mourning.
A great deal of angerIs wisping aboutIt’s on the clouds and on the cablesAnd in the open sky It’s even in the sunshineNow blazing, now blindingNow too far away To ignite our smouldering resilienceOr thaw our frosty common sense A great deal of angerIs wisping aboutAgitating restlessnessStirring discontentDecimating our power in the moment What has … Continue reading Has the anger found you yet?
Socotra bottle treeWisteria vine, JapanStrangler Fig. Guangxi, China “The one with a burnt face! I’m talking to the girl with a burnt face.” Quipped a child pointing at me in a busload of teachers and school children during my early days in a new school as a teacher. (No, I do not have a burnt … Continue reading How an analogy of trees can explain ethnicity, race and people of colour to children
“Air huuuug!” said a friend walking gleefully towards my 5-year-old at the start of social distancing rules. “No!” he said emphatically. “The government said no hugs because of the virus!”. We looked at each other wondering where he had learnt that from. He had found the virus at school the previous day. It was ‘just … Continue reading Air-hugs? Yeah, you gave a few today
Ever knocked to be admitted into 'Motherhood County'? Admission is messy. It’s risky. It’s contentious and vulnerable. It is beautiful! It dissects your pain-strewn brain into rivulets of inexplicable joy and pride and fear and hope and a thousand dreams, so that you cannot say why you can be so sore and so happy. It … Continue reading and on this day, at this moment, you became mother!
Homeschooling anxiety? Homeschooling, stress, self efficacy. How does it all come together? While the real homeschoolers did their research, charted a pathway, bought learning material, and embarked on a journey, most of us have been catapulted into it by a force so sudden that we've found ourselves in a blur of hurried activities. Our lack … Continue reading To reduce homeschooling stress for both parent and child, encourage self-efficacy.
Villagers around a water-hole sunk into a dried-out river bed A villager in the city, I was born and raised at the foot of Kutha Hill, right where the stony creek and the river meet. The rocky river- bank oozes grey powdery salt, a lot like dried-out tears for the cattle to lick. This salt … Continue reading a view from two hills