2011

Deciding where to start this article was as tough as deciding to leave the only Spanish speaking African country. Do I start by describing the tutelage of the protocol officer, Emmanuel, assigned to us by the foreign affairs ministry, who did his work with so much zeal and passion right from my arrival till time of departure? Do I start by descrbing the beautiful island marred with palm trees at every corner, streets as clean as the clouds, the wonderful…

When I’m hurt. . . I’m..hot. . . I’m lost… In thoughts… Every hair strand on my body gets dreadlocked… My brain like two threads deadlocked… The realities leaves me shell-shocked. . . When I’m hurt, I dont cry. . . I wear a big smile with mediterranean water dripping from my eyes Thats how I feel. . .thats the price I pay when you say the truth by telling me lies When I’m hurt is when I love And…

After downloading and watching “Omo Ghetto” aka Ghetto Child (A nigerian home video), and listening and re-listening to a wonderful, soulful, inspiring sermon “Put your trust in Allah” by brother Belal Asaad (watch here – its just 7 minutes), I decided to write this post to round off the weekend. One of the modules of the EMIS (Education Management Information System) platform I am working on presently is a capacity assessment system that enables member states (countries) submit data on…

My first article for the Digital Natives Monthly Newsletter. . .!

A very dirty denim jeans, uncombed hair, bushy beard, dusty sneakers, bag strapped to back (with ‘Zainab’ my laptop in it) like a baby will best describe my appearance as I arrived in Kinshasa via Brazzaville. I knew one thing for sure, that life in Congo DRC will be nothing near exciting as compared to Addis. Ethiopia is now like a second home for me. The friends I have made, the places I visit, the Muslim community etc all make…