My love-hate relationship with French (not the fries)

So I’m stuck for another more year here in Burkina Faso. A West-African French-speaking country. I’ve been here for over a year now. Because of that, everyone expects me to speak fluent French now. I also thought I can do a year and emerge victorious and with a new learned language in my pocket. But what went wrong? You see, I hated my country assignment. … Continue reading My love-hate relationship with French (not the fries)

Cappuccino| Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso

Maybe it’s too late to review Cappuccino now because since January 15, after the terror attack that killed 30 people (including one of the owners and their kid) in Hotel Splendid and in the nearby coffee shop Cappuccino, it is “temporarily” closed down. In quotations because I’m not really sure if they will open again. Since the attack, I kept on returning but no trace … Continue reading Cappuccino| Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso

I almost died (got killed). Not once but thrice. | Burkina Faso

To be honest, I don’t pray (anymore). Last time I went to church, I can’t remember. I’m Catholic. All my family are. But I don’t know what happened to me. My mother who was a catholic ever since was very religious. Every sunday, she would drag us from bed just to attend the mass. But for a typical boy like me, I would prefer to … Continue reading I almost died (got killed). Not once but thrice. | Burkina Faso