School… school is a place. Actually school is a building. School is not synonymous to education. School is not equal to a good life (coming from someone who has spent the last 17 years in that building). School is just a building. In fact… school is just a place where people go to…like the market.

A school is a building where children are taken to grow and yet they end up coming out more lifeless. School is a place where adults teach children how to chase after things that they are too young to understand.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had so many experiences in that building; many good and bad ones. Nonetheless, I still find myself thinking that it’s a place where children maybe should not spend most of their 24 hours.
I mean we are told education is the key to success and the school building is where that success begins. Yet, school boys and girls are constantly caught in the battle of lost identities. School boys and girls are unsure if being a pupil is the same as being an active participant in their societies.
I spent most of my primary school days following the loud children in order to not feel so alone and get caught up in my own uncertainties. At the age of 8, I noticed the school building was a place where I had to be loud or go home crying.
In high school, I realized my true identity in the school building because other school boys and girls did not approve. But by that time, there was nothing I could do about being black or tall or female or African. So, I ended up battling with my own identity whilst trying to live the life of a good studious high school girl for my parents.
The thing is, school is actually a building where if you are warned about it before you enter… well it will not be any different because not every boy or girl will come there with the same mindset as you.
However, the school building is a place where boys and girls from different homes come to make homes for themselves within themselves.
It’s not too bad for a building put together by adults who are indirectly battling with uncertain identities.

We are not mountains we have to move.


Immigrants are not mountains. The movement of people from one territory to the other is not a crime.

The migration of third world peoples (kings and queens) to other parts of the world for economic betterment is not a crime.
Immigrants are not mountains. We have to move.
We have to move to search for “greener pastures” even though the lands we go in search for these better lives are the cause of our own territorial disorganisation.
Immigrants are not mountains. We have to move.
African immigrants are not fraudsters. My parents just want me to do better than they did so that I don’t have to work 12 hours a day to send 99% of the money back home.
Immigrants are not mountains. We have to move. We have to move to take back what was originally ours. We have to move to show our children what it looks and feels like to be us.

To be an immigrant. To be African in Europe. To be African in the land of former colonial leaders. To be African on a continent of uncertain identities. To be African outside of Africa.
Immigrants are not mountains. We have to move.

To my Power(less) African leaders


When you let power get to your head, you forget that to be powerful means to serve.
When you let power get to your head, you refuse to acknowledge those who are in need of your services.
When you let power get to your head, you become the oppressed turned the oppressor.
When you let power get to your head, you turn a blind eye to poverty eating away the people’s integrity.
When you let power get to your head, you mimic the leaders from whom you worked so hard to gain your freedom.
When you let power get to your head, you put on the eyes of the foreigner who thinks barbaric is synonymous to Africa.
When you let power get to your head, you don’t understand what it means to be powerful.
To be powerful means to serve.
To be powerful means to know the needs of the people you are serving.
To be powerful means to let the people tell you what they need.
To be powerful means to serve and to lead by serving those in need.


focus3Focus is something needed in every area of life. When you are focused, you know how much you are worth. When you are focused, you know what you are aiming at. Most of the time, when you are focused.. it is because you know what you want.
When you are focused, at the same time, doubt also wants a place in your life. So even though you are focused on your goal; doubt tells you that you are aiming too high. Doubt constantly tells you that you can’t do it because people like you don’t do things like that. Doubt tells you that success is actually for a certain type of people and unfortunately you do not fit the criteria.
One thing I have noticed is that doubt is going to be there all the time because it is the enemy’s way of making you think that you cannot actually do something you are created to do.

So the best thing to do is to give up.
Give up on doubt. Tell doubt that you realize whatever it says could be true because you may actually not fit the criteria. But you have to understand that doubt cannot change your destiny (well it can if you allow it to take control of your mind). The one who created you has said that even if you don’t fit man-made criteria; you are still qualified for success because you were born that way. Just give up on doubt (by not dwelling on your weakness and literally removing negativity from your life), trust God and work towards your purpose and be a success story.