Mine is a story of a long and painful pursuit of education. If you’re African like me, you’re probably saying that my story isn’t unique.
You’d be right.
If you’re an African reading this, chances are great that you’re highly educated like me. Where our stories differ is that, unlike many Africans, I have refused to accept that I should just take what’s given to me by those who’ve over the years abused me – physically and emotionally – in the name of educating me.
In this blog, I will be spinning bold tales of my struggle. You will hear honesty about my failures and my triumphs. You will laugh, and you’ll cry. And when you’re done reading, you’ll realize that my story is your story – that you’ve been laughing at and crying for yourself.
What I’m trying to tell you, my friend, is that you are just as happy and as troubled as me. Let’s heal together through storytelling.
If any of my stories evokes any of those emotions in you, please let me know by leaving a comment, or privately via the contact page. But most importantly, share with others.