Humour, Senegal, Third Culture Kid, Travel

Inshallah-ing my way through life

I've been reprogrammed. I recognize it and.. I like it! At least this one specific program which has been rewired within me. And the root of this wisdom lies in the Arabic term of "Inshallah". Literally translated it means "If God wills it". Translated to life it means that you can do everything right, you… Continue reading Inshallah-ing my way through life

Journal, Senegal, Travel

Sundays in Dakar

Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip the horses’ hooves made echoing noises on the pavement as the thin man with his tired nag trotted smartly forward, pulling a simple wooden platform piled high with cement bricks. The horse-drawn cart was more audible than usual because the neighbourhood was quieter than usual, but that’s because it was Sunday. The… Continue reading Sundays in Dakar

Journal, Senegal, Third Culture Kid

Africa is born within you

I'm going inside. The cold means an internal and an external “turning within” - to fire and hearth, to bundles of scarves and wool. There's a subtle tenseness to the skin, as we turn towards our innermost thoughts. Good thing I’ve made inside of myself a safe place to be. The first cold we feel… Continue reading Africa is born within you

Journal, Senegal

Running Water

When the water don’t flow the day feels incomplete. I walk around my single room flat with the incense I burn before I sleep and it and the flames of the candles show me imbalance - we have fire but we have no water. Running water that is. Of course I have reserve water. No… Continue reading Running Water

Journal, Senegal

No, Thank You, I’m allergic.

Just found this little pearl of a personal note from the end of last year, when I was clearly experiencing a classic case of Africa-fatigue ...a malady which manifests in my person every so often with symptoms of abundant and exasperated sarcasm. 17.10.2018 - Thiès - Day 3 Because you've heated up water on the… Continue reading No, Thank You, I’m allergic.

Humour, Journal, Senegal

Knock knock

When you work for an African NGO in a small town where all of your colleagues are your only social circle and thankfully there are a few who you actually want to be friends with. I hear a tentative knock-knock on my bedroom door around 10pm. Sure we have been roommates now for close to… Continue reading Knock knock

Humour, Journal, Senegal

Sweat and Smile more: it’s October in Senegal

It's that month of the year in Senegal when we all secretly wish we could exit the country - it's October. It's our month when we endure the heat and humidity of the rainy season but without the welcome breaks that come with the coolness of the rains. In short, it's hot and humid all… Continue reading Sweat and Smile more: it’s October in Senegal

Awakening Coaching, Journal, Senegal

The day that I became a Millionaire

"To get the price in Euros, take the local price and remove the last three zeros and then multiply the remaining number by 1.5", it was my first day in Dakar and my boss was sharing some Dakar life tips with me. Like most people who first arrive in Senegal it was initially sluggish work… Continue reading The day that I became a Millionaire

Poland, Senegal

The so-called Universal Currency

"What time shall we have the meeting" I interrupt M., as he politely blinks up at me from his computer screen. "Whenever you like, whenever you like." is his automatic reply. After nearly two years of working side-by-side with the head of our team in Senegal I've grown wise in his ways and I know… Continue reading The so-called Universal Currency