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Reminiscing and Musical Funks.

Going through old blog entries written while in Nigeria to edit and slowly post, I came across this (written in February on a train to Mannheim to visit my brother!): One year ago, I was a flurry of emotions over … Continue reading

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Busy as a bee…

One year ago, I was enjoying my last month at Lajuma before going to the Democratic Republic of Congo. This year, I’m also preparing for a new journey. In a month, I’ll begin collecting data for my dissertation. Location? Gashaka-Gumti National Park … Continue reading

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Let’s get a move on shall we?

That feeling where you can’t sit still, your insides are vibrating and you don’t know whether to run or take a shot of whisky to calm yourself down? Zugunruhe. My first encounter with this word was while watching Heroes and … Continue reading

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Sleeping In Stairwells, Couchsurfing and Lajumies Out of Africa

Early morning sun, birds chirping and that beginning of summer chill–would have been another lovely start to the day if I hadn’t spent the whole night out for the umpteenth day in a row. Realizing I had left my keys … Continue reading

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Return to the “Big Bad City”

Jolted awake, my first thoughts were, “OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO DIE.” This quickly changed to relief when I peered out the window and realized the plane was only landing at another city before reaching Kinshasa. Earlier that morning … Continue reading

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Au revoir Lajuma…Bonjour Kinshasa

The rusty corrugated tin roofs blinked like diamonds among the greens and reds—such rich colors like an oil painting. The river whispered through the city all brown and dull as tiny black dots hustled down dusty streets and bright yellow … Continue reading

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Climbing Waterfalls and All Dressed Up With Nowhere To Go…

Perched precariously on tip toes with one hand wedged in a crack and the other with a death grip on some grass and roots, I’m starting to doubt whether climbing this waterfall was a good idea. Luckily, with a hand … Continue reading

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