Traveling while Black: 5 countries where I’ve experienced racism (so far)

When you’re Black your whole life, you learn how to pick up on things. You develop this keen sense and assess spaces to determine whether you’ll be accepted or not. It’s like a sixth sense in figuring out who is cool with you. Sorta like gaydar but for racism. Traveling while Black has been something we’ve all lived with but only recently began speaking out about. Whether it’s being mistaken for random celebrities, being propositioned while waiting for a taxi, to being verbally and even physically assaulted – it’s what travelers who look like me encounter every time we travel…

We’ve been in Addis for 2 weeks now…

The boy and I have been in Addis Ababa for a little over 2 weeks and here are some of the reflections I’ve gathered so far: 1. I absolutely LOVE my place of work. (The jury is still on out on my actual position, as the chiren aren’t here yet. And I haven’t yet assessed the level of crazy with the coworkers either) But the passion admin has and the action they take to ensure we are well taken care of, are taking care of ourselves, and are working collaboratively with one another for the good of these kids is…

Then and now: Things I’ve learned in moving to another country

It’s May. Damn. It’s actually the end of May and I’m realizing that I haven’t posted on here in some time. The last time you heard from me, I was talking something bout buying gifts for your travel-minded family member or distant friend. Wowzers! Anyway…In case you’ve been wondering, I’ve been busy getting my life together and preparing to move to another country. Yes, you read right! We’re moving away from Japan to Ethiopia! (No worries, I’ll probably back date a post or two about that dark and desolate time in my life later on) But as I’m packing away…

Six years ago, I almost died.

I was traveling in Peru, working as a volunteer for an immersion program that encouraged travelers to live with host families and work in childcare centers to increase their language studies. I was to be in Pisac and Cuzco, Peru for a month and I was ecstatic to see what this journey would bring and how it would change me. But the day before I left, I found out I was pregnant. My partner and I were planning. The month before, we talked about having another child and I even prepared by removing my IUD. We were told that it…

The weekend wanderlust.

A summary of this week’s victories, lessons and roustabouts. This week was busy and challenging. So, we didn’t go out to the Jamaican Festival in Odaiba like we planned. We didn’t hang out with friends for brunch. We didn’t go to playdates or even go outside for too long. This weekend we engaged in some serious self-care. For the boy, that meant blowing bubbles on the patio. Me, I took several naps. We went to the school’s graduation today and shortly after it was over, we went home. Sometimes you just need to love on the ones you love.

Here and there: The cure.

    I feel most at peace when I am in or near water. So my son’s affinity for swimming only makes sense. We both are on our way to an upswing with this adjustment. After being here for 9 months now, we are learning how to navigate not only the city but our emotions better. Learning how to understand when we are just tired or stressed and take some time for ourselves. But we are both longing for the water again. It has the power to cleanse us. I read a quote by Isak Dinesen that said “The cure for…

Update on life in Japan.

I recently wrote an essay for mater mea, the online publication that has featured me to talk about my move to Tokyo. They reached out and asked for a follow up on our life here in Tokyo. It took me a long time to write this, because I was so occupied with adjusting and dealing with things, that I wasn’t able to reflect on all that has happened. That was part of it. The other part was it has taken me this long to actually sit and be still long enough to reflect. I’ve been moving so much and in…