I had a (small) panic attack Sunday night. I was crying, sweating, thinking a million things at once, breathing rapidly, and shaking. My chest was tight. I felt out of control. And it wasn't nice. It wasn't fun. I hadn't had a panic in a while, so I did beat myself up for it having… Continue reading What My Panic Attack Taught Me
Rome is a destination on nearly everyone's list of "places to visit" because of the Colosseum (amongst other things). In fact, it's always been one of the iconic monuments that I've always wanted to set eyes on, to remind myself of how amazing this world and the people in it can be - with all… Continue reading Exploring the Colossal City of Rome
Chapter 5 What I Was in For It seemed it wasn’t OK for me to hide in that back room forever though, where me and my tears could be left in peace. Instead, I had to get up and “bathe,” as they called it. You’d think this would excite me after the long, tiring… Continue reading “How Africa Changed Me” – Chapter 5
Here's the details from the other half of our trip... Airbnb Ever since I decided to travel for myself, I have stayed (or tried to) in AirBnbs. If you've never used it, give it a try. You can opt to stay in a house, a spare room, or a shared room depending on your budget.… Continue reading Our Trip to Portugal: Part Two
We have just come back from Portugal, and I for one had a great time - to say the least. It was the best holiday I've ever been on, full of so much than the basics. It wasn't just chillin' on the beach. It wasn't just sightseeing. It wasn't all adrenaline and thrill-seeking, either. It… Continue reading Our Trip to Portugal: Part One
I'll start with "Ash Born". Anyone who has followed my journey or known me for a while should have heard of "Ash Born" at least once. If not, I really have failed it. Ash Born is the first book I ever published, well, it wasn't always known by this name.
Chapter 4 I Can’t Do This It was so funny when amidst the sea of Zimbabweans flooding toward me, I saw Patrick’s nan (so named Gogo, meaning grandmother in Shona) rushing with open arms, saying “Siana, I love you!” She by-passed her own daughter and grandchildren in order to embrace me! How great is that!… Continue reading “How Africa Changed Me” – Chapter 4