Category: Home
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Something I Miss
I miss how our entire family used to gather around the television to watch songs in languages we didn’t understand. Our dad’s music became our music for he was the DJ. Ever returning home with video tapes of his favorite songs. We watched alot of Lingala music, Oliver N’goma, Brenda Fassie, Yvonne Chaka Chaka and…
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The bigger picture
Growing up in cities has its own downsides. People tend to lose their identity. They tend to get lost in crowds. They even start thinking that they are alone. That’s not who we are. That’s not our culture. To leave in a place for over 5 years and fail to know your neighbors, to be…
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My Oikos
The house above is my Grand Parents’ home in the village. And this is our home. While this is one of my uncles’ home. All those three houses are built overlooking the road and are within walkable distance. This house belongs to another uncle of mine, the only one across the road! Don’t wonder why…
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A Season of Sweaters
The home I have grown up in has had different seasons. Each season is dictated by where our dad is working at the moment. We had a season of yorghut, where yorghut became as common as drinking water in our fridge! Our kitchen became flooded with empty yogurt jerricans of both 1 and 3 litres.…
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The place I call home
I cannot tell you how many times I have felt like packing my bags and leaving home every time things go wrong; plenty, even I don’t know them. Despite all the awkward painful moments I have experienced at home, the happy ones far out weigh them. In the heat of drama and conflict, my mind…
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Enjoying fruit straight from our gardens
Growing up, I was surrounded by buildings, buildings and more buildings. All I knew, for most of my life, was preparing food bought from the market. I was a stranger to the joy a farmer experiences by eating of the fruit from his garden! About two years ago; my family and I relocated to a…