I've blissfully spent one full year in East Africa. I'd miss the moments of serenity on a brand new day. The dhows sailing the familiar lands of my ancestral heritage. I'd miss walking through streets that evoke the corners of

Sure, we all tend to exaggerate the magnificence and charm of some of our past - it could be an era, a place, a relationship...but I've got to say growing up in East Africa was truly a God sent gift.

I grew up always having to nurture my own independence. I lost my father young, and hard work has never scared me. I’ve been victim to a prejudiced society that judges people on where they come from and what they