Welcome to my writing portfolio. I focus on travel memoir, reflective pieces, and critical essays. Enjoy!
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I’m quiet for a moment. If I speak too soon, the floodgates will open, and he will become even more worried. I can’t imagine that any father wants to hear this story.
Pressed against the window, journal in hand, I had decided that once we arrived in Lagos, I would eat suya first, followed by fresh plantain. I would ask Mommy to buy local fabrics and I would dress like a native.
The house sits at the end of a tiny, half-concealed road in Rio de Janeiro’s Cosme Velho neighborhood. Daddy knocks on the door. We are greeted by a smiling middle-aged woman.
My friend informs me, without much preamble, that Germans don't laugh. We pause in front of our dorm’s entrance. Just as I begin telling him how silly he sounds, my thoughts turn to the gentle, quick-witted boy a few doors down from me.
