uMwizerwa wa Ngoboka

The documentary Yellow fever by Ng’endo Mukii (2012) is a six-minute video that packs a lot of aspects about Africa explaining how it is viewed and its interaction with the rest of the world. The director uses imagery, daily experiences like braiding hair and talking with other people to show different beliefs we are subscribed to. Ebron’s article, performing Africa, explains more about Africa as a performance. Most of Africa’s history has been acquired from oral sources, as a result it has little presence in written scholarly articles. Africa’s image on the global platform is seen through “news account of ethnic wars, famines and unstable regimes” (Ebron,2). Despite the fact that this might be the case for some nations in Africa, it is not the whole story. Africa is also full of natural resources, amazing people and beautiful scenery. When I was preparing to come to the United States of America for my undergraduate education, I went through a number of orientation programs. Durin...

Hi, I am a hoe And No, this does not make me less of a lady. In fact, I may be more lady like than the average woman. I puton my high high heels, short shorts and eccentric makeup Fishnets are my go-to style. And No, I am not ashamed of my revealing fashion style. Hi, I am a hoe And No, this does not make me a promiscuous prostitute In fact, I may be more moral than the average woman. I roam the streets at night, looking for the next cute guy or girl to add onto my list of conquests. And No, I am not ashamed of liking eyecandies. Hi, I am a hoe. And No, this does not make me an angry bitchy woman. In fact, I may be more sweet than the average woman. I wear my resting bitch face as an armor against patriarchy men who are uncomfortable whenever I am not smilling I let my feelings and emotions show, And No, I am not ashamed of feeling too much. Hi, I am a hoe. And No, this does not mean I don't catch feelings. In fact, I may catch mor...

Topic: tell us about the most significant challenge you've faced or something important that did not go according to your plan. How did you manage the situation? (200-250 words) I love planning, so when I started grade twelve I had everything lined up. However, when the year started, my plans dissolved. I had failed to draft a personal essay, shifted the ACT to June, then September and didn’t do any university research. While everyone else seemed to believe in me, I lost confidence. My classmates called me a genius and though it should have been encouragement, it seemed like pouring water on a rock.  When August came, I realized I had to look at life through a different lens, and gain confidence that things would work out if I worked hard and remained optimistic. I started waking up early, and I would study for two hours, and then save one hour for university preparation. I registered for the ACT in September, and I received good scores despite the fact that I had not pra...

‘Where have you been?”, the security guard asked me. “Wherever it was, it must have been good. You’ve grown fat!” With a smile, I kept going. However, confusion was brewing inside of me. I did not know whether I should take that as a compliment or an insult. I wondered if it was because of the loose fitting high-low dress I was wearing. I knew for a fact that it was not shapeless, so the dress was not the issue. I also knew that I had not put on more weight in the past days. Nevertheless, I kept getting lots of comments about my size that left me ambivalent. In the Rwandan culture, when you tell a person that they are fat, it is a compliment. It means you are well off enough to feed yourself. It also is a sign that all is going well. However, with the spread of popular culture about body image, things have changed. Fat is ugly. When someone mentions that I have grown fat, I feel a little bit insulted. It is no different from being told that I am sick or ugly. I realized that bei...

My boobs and I, A tale of pride and shame, love and hate, bittersweet memories of then and now. I put on a vest-like top that showed too much cleavage. I felt beautiful and powerful. I have an uncanny habit of showing too much cleavage. Multiple times, I've been ogled, reprimanded, or even lusted after. However this habit has a lot of history behind it. It goes way back to when I was a nine years old girl. I was a little third grader, I played around with my little neighbors and everything was fine. One day I felt pain in my chest, more particularly my nipples. A few days later, I started growing breasts. I felt so proud and happy, I showed them to whoever was in close proximity. My mom ended up grounding me. I felt so grown up, like I was on top of everyone in my class. However, this feeling was short-lived. My breasts grew bigger and fatter, by fifth grade I was forced to wear a bra. This, I resisted and would only wear them occasionally. More than just my breasts grew fa...