Why I Dream of Africa

Authors Note: This blog contains images of non-sexualized nudity, nonetheless, they may not be appropriate for some. I have smart friends. Well, mostly. I also have a friend who once texted an entire party that she was “lost on the corner of Paul and Ott Street,” only three blocks away from my house where she had […]

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African ‘Her’story: My sister

Okay, so my sister, Sarah, isn’t really African. She’s actually one of the palest people I’ve ever met.  In fact, depending on where she is in Africa, people call her different names indicating how white she is. In Ghana it’s obruni, in Congo it’s mundele. But she can pull off being pale pretty well — she’s also […]

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