A world where words live
Er... what do we call that again? Life as a foreigner is quite interesting. You find yourself looking for common words and your brain takes you straight to voicemail. It’s fascinating to realise that what is a normal saying is actually an alien language to the next person.
Conversation with a friend History has a funny way of repeating itself, these words escaped my mouth in February. Friend: History you say, Me: Yeah history friend. You know that thing that happened in the past and you prayed to God that it should never happen again. Well, history just loves being present. Friend: But... Continue Reading →
T. Sibiya
My Thoughts, My World 