This time last year, I took my first real solo trip; I had never travelled to a faraway place by myself. Never really mingled with complete unfamiliarity: a city to which I had never been before; knew absolutely nobody; and spoke not language. There was no meeting up with a friend, relative, or colleague. Easy decision? No. I got cold feet a few times and shared the travel plan with a London based cousin hoping he would meet me there. Eventually, I reminded myself how importa
Fellow Africans will be able to relate to this one. South Africans somewhat exempt; because the world decided there are African countries, and then there is South Africa. I suppose they have Nelson Mandela to thank for a splendid job at international relations, and maybe their much later independence. P.S. I’m not hating at all. Anyway, shout out to my Zimbabwean brothers and sisters! Power to you for being so well traveled in-spite of owning thou art cursed green passport. O
