life had been my strictest and smartest teacher

Even then, I had a few Malawian friends from the surrounding villages who admired life in the refugee camp. The poverty that surrounded their compounds led them to believe that we, their refugee friends in the camp, were better off because the monthly food donations that camp residents received from the UNHCR. Little did theyContinue reading “life had been my strictest and smartest teacher”

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”

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”

New beginnings have a way of overshadowing the ending of things

My tireless efforts included months of training, refining my English skills so I could prove I was ready to leave Dzaleka behind and embark on my new life at a Canadian university. Each of us students completed a Canadian migration interview, and then we waited to find out at which university we each would beContinue reading “New beginnings have a way of overshadowing the ending of things”

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)”

After 20 long minutes of waiting

Fortunately, my several minutes of overwhelming contemplation did not prevent me from being on time for my interview. After 20 long minutes of waiting, the interviewer called me into the room. I would love to tell you what happened next – that I gave perfect answers and my judges applauded my efforts, but the truthContinue reading “After 20 long minutes of waiting”