This blog, formerly known as diaspora: the unreliable narrator, started as an account of my travels in 2011 when I was living in China teaching English for a year. Since I had acquired a certificate in Toronto to teach English to adults, it seemed like a brilliant idea to teach English to 5-12 year olds in the Far East. That, in a nutshell, is the thought process behind most of my major life decisions.
After I tired of roaming Southeast Asia and Ethiopia and the U.S Northeast and returned to Toronto circa 2013, the focus of the blog shifted to a general account of the diaspora/settler Canadian/Ethiopian/human experience (I never know which is which at any given moment), both my own and that of those whom I have the privilege of witnessing at close range.
A modern-day version of the journals that the explorers of old kept as they “discovered” new continents, peoples and ways of being, but with a lot less conquering and a lot more navel-gazing, in the interest of creating some kind of record of just how fascinating my belly button is considering how far removed it is from the place where my umbilical cord is buried, in Ethiopia.
Little by little, however, this blog became about the thing which represents the most potent reduction of my lived experience: my writing.
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Off we go to just another day in paradise.
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