Mistakes we make as immigrants

Mistakes we make as immigrants

Moving to a new country means that you sacrifice your status as a respectable member of the society and start over as a random human being elsewhere. You are a nobody, at least that’s how I felt. I think it was even worse for me as a former journalist at the...
The dog that ate underwear and other stories

The dog that ate underwear and other stories

Happy New Year guys! Sorry I have not posted in a while because I have been busy settling in a new job. I have dropped the pen indefinitely to pursue a career in customer relations at the Volvo Cars headquarters here in Gothenburg Sweden. That, however does not mean...
Who impregnated the family cat?

Who impregnated the family cat?

The last time I wrote about the family cat, I was complaining about her feeding habits. The damn thing had developed a weird appetite for avocados. That was just when I had moved back home in preparation to move to Sweden. This was in March. I left my father,...
Swedes are sad, I imported flu!

Swedes are sad, I imported flu!

This post is dedicated to my loyal follower, Nkatha Bae, who missed me so much that she had to find out if I’m still alive or dead and buried at in the imaginary deep caves underneath Ramberget (Raven hill) mountain in Hisingen Island in Gothenburg, Sweden. I really...
My neighbour’s cat is using me

My neighbour’s cat is using me

I’m sorry guys I have not updated the blog recently because I have been busy and generally lacked motivation. But that does not mean that I escaped the usual daily drama. No, I’m actually contemplating giving the Kardashian a run for their money. I need a...