Things That Make Us Human


Thing I love most  about meeting and interacting with new cultures is that you get to interact with stereotypes and cancel them out like asap. We judge people based on what we believe in and they judge us based on what they believe in. The beauty of life is that we are all different and our differences make life spicy and interesting. It really sounds cliché but I don’t think most of us really internalise it.


Quiyi and Felix in Maasai Mara, Kenya

I had the pleasure of meeting this two lovely souls from China who study in Germany and I found myself saying eywwww countless times when they repeated that they eat dogs and cats. What touched me most was when Felix said ‘people hate Chinese people because of this’. It made me a little sad because we judge other humans too much just because they are not accustomed to what we do. Not so many people eat dogs in China anyway and there is nothing wrong for the few who eat them. There are things that we do as Africans as well that seem super weird to Europeans or other people and vice versa but that’s just who and how we are. I think we need to learn how to judge less and empathise with other cultures.



Me and Qiuyi 

My take away from meeting Qiuyi and Felix is that you can learn so much from people when you lay down all judgements. Life becomes so easy, enjoyable and peaceful. There are no superficial barriers, just two humans telling each other things. Things that make us human.


Grey Colors


I could see the streets through you

The grey colors staring

The laugh of the wind

The funny characters in our head

and the majestic glory of the sun

You are love


You are the present



You sit there
Like a wounded cat

Above all
You walk like everyone owns you
Like everyone’s donated their breath

If only you new
How much power you hold in you
The lengths you could go to reach higher Power

Wake up!
You got this
Only you can change this situation
Only you can steer your own direction
Only you can become who you want to be

The cracks on my feet


Rumble like drums near a fire
They twist and dance
To a music so foreign
It hurts

The cracks are slow
Somewhat bitter
Sweet to the other turn
It hurts

My feet step as though burnt
By a fire so foreign
Turn me the other way my love
It hurts

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” 
― Anaïs Nin



Do not let my cornrows fool you
They sit tight
But they loosen sometimes

This little hairs peek
It’s growth
Slow but incremental

Do not let my cornrows fool you
They shrink when cold
But elongate when stretched

This little ends
They curl sometimes
Their beauty only visible to a careful eye


When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps

John Lennon