“How Africa Changed Me” – Chapter 3

Chapter 3 We Arrive There’s nothing wrong with admitting you need someone. For some reason, in our society it’s a crime to admit you’re human and that you feel things. But yeah, I needed my boyfriend at that moment. Would I have gotten on the plane if he wasn’t there? I can’t know the answer … Continue reading “How Africa Changed Me” – Chapter 3

“How Africa Changed Me” – Chapter 2

*This is chapter 2 of the series of posts called “How Africa Changed Me”, a book about my experiences for 2 weeks in South Africa.* Chapter 2 My Chest is on Fire I’ll try to be less morbid from now on – I’m lying – as the story starts. I had known about the Africa … Continue reading “How Africa Changed Me” – Chapter 2