I came to France in 2001, wrapped in the heaviest coat ever. Never mind that it was September and the weather was still quite warm. We dreaded winter and it was probably what we’d prepared for the most. It was the one thing I was sure I would have to confront. The folly of youth my friends! Insouciance at its best. I wasn't afraid. I knew I would miss my people but hey, we had all been dispatched to boarding school. Four years, locked up. I didn't mind the experience. The good thing was that you made new friends, and that your school friends became friends with your home friends. You became more independent. Parents didn't have to deal with rebellious teens every single day, not that we really rebelled. I mean, French teens rebel. I find this perplexing, given that they are basically the ones ruling us. So why would a dictator rebel? I am digressing. The point is, I didn't fear separation. So to France I came, got to the airport and My lawd the first shock. C
This is a place where I pen my thoughts, write about my experiences in life and most importantly where I share information about my projects or as the great professor Wangari Maathai, called them "My little things". Her little thing was "planting trees" , conserving the Environment. A passion I share too. My little thing is Empowerment and basically the desire and will to make a difference. As Maathai said " I will be a humming bird, I will do the best I can".