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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
Brother, cry…
Mama dear, my brothers don’t cry, neither do my uncles and fathers… and I’m not sure I know why… I remember a shamefully beautiful, sunny day that also happened to be the day we lost a lady we loved. As you know, funerals in our home are big and sad affairs that go on for …
Beloved cactus
I am a creature of the shade. I thrive in a place of gentleness and care. I live under the shade where I can access nourishment and water. I live in the quiet warmth of moderation where the heat is mild, and the cold doesn’t bite. Where there’s enough sound to ward off loneliness but …
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 …