Writing every day for the past three days reminded me of the piece that broke me in 2019.
I’ve always connected my feelings to my writing. I’d write my feelings rather than say them to you. Writing about it came naturally, talking didn’t. Writing is my crutch and I always gave all of myself to my words.
In 2019, through a mutual contact, I got booked to do a piece on a subject I am passionate about and I choose the topic myself. I felt validated and seen. After a couple of back and forth, it fell through.
In an unnecessary woman, Rabih Alameddine opens the window into the life of blue-haired, 72-year old Aaliya.
She walks us through the streets of Beirut, first, from the confines of her home, introducing us to her family and the people through her solitary existence.
Aaliya, the unnecessary woman, gives a rustic monologue of her life, paints a picture of Beirut as a city both tormented and loved. She also reminds us through her divorce and fierce loyalty to her apartment, of her desire to be something and to also be left completely alone.
Through Aaliyah’s voice, Rabih makes one feel…
What is the African football style?
“Football is my passion.”
“Football is my dream.”
“Football is my way out.”
“With this round leather, I can go places.”
“Football will change my life.”
Hat on the head, knee-length coat, long ankle boots, spiraling mustache, and a round leather ball. This pretty much sums up the profile of the European missionaries circa 1862 that introduced conventional football to Africa.
Like everything introduced to her, Africa took it and put her spin on it. With so many perspectives to consider, I’ll try to put into context how one might begin to unravel the…
I’ll start by saying; “It was a warm and windy afternoon” because all good stories about memories start that way.
This is not that kind of story. I am much better at throwing away memories than keeping them.
I’ll not feed you things I can’t remember.
It was a weekday, my siblings and I were home from school. We ate lunch and had pretty much nothing to do.
Now, opening this memory leads to a thousand more, because now I remember why both parents weren’t home and how emotionally draining it was for everyone. It leaves room for me to…
6–4, 3–6, 6–3.
The final results were with a total number of 51,954 in attendance, 4-sets of tennis and a staggering $3.5million in proceeds.
If you watched or followed the Roger Federer Foundation match in Africa, these were the numbers that mattered aside from the double serve of enjoyment and several aces in fans interaction.
I watched the match not just because of the two G.OA.Ts on the court, their epic level of friendship, mutual respect and, talent but because it was in Africa! Everything Africa is exciting no matter where in the continent you place it.
Growing up in the 90s was either absolutely terrific or incredibly horrific and it mostly depends on who you are talking to and where their growing up happened. One thing that we can agree on about the 90s is the fact that it was a gift that is still giving.
The 90s was the decade that blew everything up and had (almost) zero apologies. From classic sitcoms to unforgettable girl power music,football and World Cups, rap music, everything teen related, fashion, MTV and for the big gun, 90s was the era that gave sports photography a distinct definition. …
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.~ Bob Marley
You don’t have to be a Bob Marley or reggae fan to be familiar with this Bob Marley’s quote; you only need to be on any social media platform. Social media and reggae music aside, this quote holds a lot of truth. I am often in search for what connects us as humans and is able to enable us take off our superficial cover and strip us bare and lose us in the moment and so far, I’ve discovered books, music and sports does that…
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