😉 Okay, maybe not entirely, but you know what I mean. Originally, I wrote this in a letter to a friend this morning. But later, after I thought it over, it’s a perfect illustration of the difference between a TCK and their adult ex-pat parents. So to “ease your pain”, I want you to know […]
Archive for January, 2010
This is one of those stories that one person writes a section of the story and submits it and then someone else …. The story will be a Harry Potter buy with non of the actual Characters and NOT the same plot but the same setting and everything else. The wind was blowing and the […]
I like to blog so writing bios is something I have done for quite awhile. But I never really realized until recently, just how important that has been in dealing with issues of identity. Until I discovered I was a TCK, I was sort of like a kite, flapping in the wind, blown this way […]
When I came to England from Nigeria for the last time, I remember putting together a collection of different things, a little box of memories. Bizarrely not of things from Africa but of holidays and events that had happened since. Initially I had put together things like a compass, protractor, cellotape, paper pencil and a […]
Sometimes I look back and realise I have lost perspective on life. At some time or other I have done things to protect myself like withdrawing which in turn has hurt people who care about me. I have seen bitterness in others who I care about which has meant that however well intentioned your actions, […]
Being a TCK can have it’s moments. Probably one of the more difficult areas to deal with are the taboo words and gestures used in various countries. The word thongs can mean flip flops, or ladies underwear depending where you are from. Pointing an outstretched hand at someone can be a curse, shaking a fist […]
Places I have Never Lived and Want to See and Live in Before I Die
Posted: 6th January 2010 by admin in UncategorizedMy good freind Rachel is so funny, she wants to know where I haven’t lived. During my years as an outcast within my own country, I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. For me, geography is always a landscape of the heart. And mine needs to get a lot bigger. It’s not […]
I am a quirky soul in your eyes You don’t know how to classify me Your classifications are right Your classifications are wrong You say that I’m an American I do act and think like an American sometimes Many of my friends are Americans Americans with an Asian skin tones But you don’t know that […]