Becoming Aware

As a young girl, I was somewhat puzzled because I knew that we were living in Africa, yet almost all the people I met were white. There were only two black men in my childhood sphere; one came very early every morning before the sun rose to deliver the milk and the other came twice…

Strange Days

2012 was supposed to be a year of cataclysmic apocalypse. Or something. I came across the following notes that I made towards the end of 2011: 31 October 2011 – 6:40am. Hell of a noise on the roof, like a steady stream of water or stones being poured onto it. When we went outside to…