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Here I share with you my thoughts and attempts to creativity. Enjoy and have fun looking around!
Dada
About
“Dada” is a Swahili word for “Sister“. Where I come from, younger siblings respectively address the older female as simply Dada or adding the word before her name. The term doesn’t stop at home, however. Anybody on the street will call you. “Dada!” if your name isn’t known to them. The same applies to the neighbors, the bus conductor, the hawker trying to sell you something, the client who walks into a shop and… Let’s just sum it up to almost everybody. Growing up in East Africa makes every female a Dada!
Dada’s Diary is therefore a place where I, Dada from East Africa, share my thoughts in forms of random articles, short stories and simple attempts to poetry. The reason? I just love to write! And there are probably humans who would like to read some randomness once in a while!
Karibu!
Blog
Craaaasshh…!
Remember the beautiful, crystal vase that stood in our home? It was such a pretty sight! It stood on a raised platform on the best-lit spot in the house. Everyone who visited our home saw it and complimented its beauty and grandeur. We all adored it and made a family goal to keep it well …
The Beaded Necklace.
Koku received the last-minute phone invitation from one of her sisters. She had a lot of them, sisters, because her parents made children together and made children with other partners before and after their marriage. They gave her many sisters and a few brothers. And because she was tired of explaining the abundance of siblings …
Speak, Child!
This is my story, told by my aunt Lulu who knew me from the day I was born. Babies and young children were bathed in basins in my family. Hot water would be poured into the basin, followed by cold water. You then poured a bit of the mixed water on the soft inner skin …