Mzee Angolais (Part 2): A Displaced Colonized Intellectual in Dzaleka Refugee Camp, Malawi

YannEck B Diesa: Angolais Alain Bitijula: I can only imagine Me: Indeed. But, why? Aren’t you in Dzaleka Refugee Camp as we speak? Alain Bitijula: Yes, I was with him since 2005 in Mwanza. Me: I see. Have you seen him since then? If I remember very well, Angolais was still in the camp whenContinue reading “Mzee Angolais (Part 2): A Displaced Colonized Intellectual in Dzaleka Refugee Camp, Malawi”

The Imperial Order and Beautiful Daughters of the Empire

Oh my God! This dirty bastard—sonofabitch. Very disgusting. He disgusts me. Look at him? And now, take a closer look at me. (She looks herself in the mirror curiously and turns around to face Key Gucci’s Bob Marley’s—uprising canvas art, hanging against our bathroom’s wooden wall. She then, slight but gently, turns her neck toContinue reading “The Imperial Order and Beautiful Daughters of the Empire”

Your Father Would Be Proud of You

So here I am, even today, feeling as though I am watching my life from outside myself, the main actor in a bizarre movie that begins in Rwanda and, by some strange twist of fate, finds me in Canada as I leave this trail of words, ideas, and feelings for you to follow. It wasContinue reading “Your Father Would Be Proud of You”

this is a necessary step I had to take in my professional (no matter where my life ends)

Hello everyone, I should end it on this note. By now, I have publicly shared almost 75% content of my memoir. Nobody and nothing forced me to share my writing before publication with a professional publishing house. I feel this is a necessary step I had to take in my professional (no matter where myContinue reading “this is a necessary step I had to take in my professional (no matter where my life ends)”

Don’t Lose Your BALANCE

That said, my journey in Canada wasn’t exactly easy. I had to manage my time with unbending rigor to be able focus on studies, volunteer for causes close to my heart, and still earn money to support myself and my family back in the camp. While other students spent late nights out with friends orContinue reading “Don’t Lose Your BALANCE”

Canada Here I Come

In August 2016, I left the refugee camp. It’s still incredible for me to say that because it’s so surreal. Do you remember when I told you about that one evening in the bar at the camp – when my teacher caught me in there and scolded me for giving the   impression, I was throwingContinue reading “Canada Here I Come”

John Wycliffe (The aka Shakespeare)

I rushed home to tell my grandparents. Amidst the celebration, my grandmother reminded me to thank God for this incredible blessing and for answering the prayers we had stood together and made that fateful day in our kitchen. While writing this out, I can hear the echo of Mathew 21:42, ringing in my ears –Continue reading “John Wycliffe (The aka Shakespeare)”

getting to the promised land

My colleagues and I worked tirelessly to plead our case within a letter we hoped would move the hearts of the people who would determine whether or not I would get to see the promised land of Canada. Four letters were addressed to the WUSC head office in Ottawa; another went to the UNHCR MalawiContinue reading “getting to the promised land”

to the past and the far-off future

I am writing this book, looking all around me – to the past and the far-off future, influenced by my current circumstances, memories and yet unrealized plans for tomorrow. As I type this, I have no idea what kind of boy – or man – I am writing to. I don’t know who you, myContinue reading “to the past and the far-off future”