De Rosa Salvaje aux rues de Mexico

J’ai grandi au Tchad en regardant Rosa Salvaje, une télénovela populaire diffusée une ou deux fois par semaine sur la télévision nationale. C’était un rendez-vous incontournable dans de nombreux maisons. Lorsqu’une coupure d’électricité survenait dans notre quartier, nous nous rendions simplement dans un autre quartier encore alimenté en courant pour rejoindre une famille réunie autour... Continue Reading →

From Rosa Salvaje to Mexico City

I grew up in Chad watching Rosa Salvaje, a popular telenovela that aired once or twice a week on the national television station. It was a staple in many households. If there was a power cut in our neighborhood, we would simply walk to another neighborhood that still had electricity and join a family gathered... Continue Reading →

Nos voix en livres

« À Baba et Mama, pour avoir encouragé mes rêves là où les mots prennent vie. » « Tu devrais commencer à écrire », m’a dit un jour ma mère alors que je lui racontais des anecdotes à mon retour d’un voyage. Il m’a fallu des années après cette conversation pour finalement transcrire des mots... Continue Reading →

Creative Resistance- Lessons from Myanmar

Creative minds have always been the heartbeat of society, the quiet force that keeps its stories alive. In each country, there is a book that has changed national perspectives, a singer or actor that the country is known for, and artists who spread a message through various forms. What would literature be like without Amadou... Continue Reading →

Brianca’s Resilience

“Peace only lasts as long as it takes them to reload their weapons” as the song Malheur Malheur by Maître Gims says was on my mind during the capture of the city of Goma in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) in January 2025. Watching the news around the fall of Goma brought me back... Continue Reading →

I write to breathe

In celebrating August 31st, International Blogging Day, I reflect on why blogging has become a tool of thought. One evening, while I was visiting the family, I followed my dad on his library run. I figured I could roam around and look at books while he worked. A random idea about writing, navigating cross-continent life,... Continue Reading →

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