I wonder if we would heal as a people if we shared our stories out loud. We are so hellbent on reaching success- and in a way of maintaining our dignity and pride we focus on the good that’s happening without strong emphasis on the foundation. My parent’s married in 1984 in Hargeysa. My 1984…

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How far would you travel for love: Diaspora tales of homecoming and heartbreak “I’ve traveled a lot and I’ve found my body making more sense elsewhere” – warsan shire.  It took me traveling across the seven seas and multiple continents to finally make it to Mama Africa. In ’91, as the Somali state collapsed, I…

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