Where are my manners?

I grew up in an African household where I was taught to always greet my elders respectfully and when I meet adults whom I do not know, to introduce myself properly and politely. So in honour of an age-old tradition of respect and salutations, I greet everyone who is reading this blog. Allow me to … Continue reading Where are my manners?

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There is no place like home…

I am sitting in the airport lounge, fighting back tears. I hate goodbyes... Still can't believe six months went by so fast.  I am now convinced that it is better to stay away from home than to go home and have to leave again. And this is coming from a self-confessed unsentimental (antonym of sentimental) … Continue reading There is no place like home…