My count down to move from Africa to Asia has began.
I seem to be noticing, appreciating and if affordable purchasing some pieces to take with me. It feels rather strange that now that I know I am moving to a different continent and country, I am drawn to everything cultural. Could it be my inner thoughts reminding me of who I am? I’ve been thinking about ways to showcase my identity when I am away, especially because I may be the only African for miles.
A few months ago, I gifted my golfer husband a model of a golfer made with recycled tin or steel. It is intricate. I decided to order a model of an artefact that represents who I am, the work I do and an interest of mine. My model is of a girl or lady reading, it is just adorable. The added bonus is the fact that it is made of something that would have ended up on our deplorable landfill.
I have done quite well and have now amassed a colorful collection of items that showcase who I am and where I’m from. It reminds me of the poem I wrote at the beginning of the last school year, when my words not artefacts exposed who I am in a very detailed way.
The more items I gather, the more I think about the arts and how it is so important, in sharing who we are.



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