When Gift was young, (age was displayed by a hand marked at just above the knee) She lost both her mother and father. She now lives with her Agogo (grandmother). Recently she has been sneaking out and disappearing for days at a time!! I was sitting with her Agogo hearing this when Gift walked by… Continue reading My Gift
The story of the 4 blue blankets… In a time long, long ago. In a land far off. A mystical land called Washington DC, there was a girl named Teneil. She was flying around the world on a journey she did not know. To a place she had not been. Because she did not know… Continue reading The little blue blankets
You would think that with all the short stories I write, the story of my journey would have already been. Even though I knew that it needed to happen, I still was hesitant… Every story needs an ending and a beginning and that seems to be the hang up for me on this particular story.… Continue reading How “a day in the life of Teneil”, came to be.
This is a redemption story. A story of grace and self discovery, which commonly go hand in hand. Like all good stories it starts long long ago… Many people could confirm the thickness I possessed throughout my schooling days. Extra, extra thin was the style back then. Thank the good Lord for pulling the plug… Continue reading The story of being fat.
The majie(water) has been chakujewla(off) for nciku(couple days) now, it should have wafeka(come back) chakuyatsa(on) ooka (here) zulow(yesterday) masanna(afternoon), but it’s uolace(lazy). They keep saying once I’m here for a year I will be fluent in the Chitonga language. It’s funny, only Tonga people are saying that. Even Tonga people will tell you it’s an… Continue reading The story of Nkhata Bay, Malawi, Central Africa.