It never occured to me that writing my personal stories and share them in my blog can be part of activism. I always thought activism is something big, heroic, direct, brave, and masculine.
Almost a month ago now, in my journal entry "Busting Stereotypes: One Wrench at a Time" (http://www.worldpulse.com/node/44107), I hinted at a new blog aimed at helping women to learn, grow, and empowe
I had applied to be a Voice of the Future correspondent a year ago and decided to apply again after experiencing a certain situation during the call for 2011 applicants.
Three years ago, I started a blog, titled “Curious and Determined.” The purpose of this blog was to share updates with friends and family on humanitarian projects, interviews and experiences.
I used to blog. Then one day I stopped, there was an inner turmoil. What was I doing, creating virtual garbage? I am a voracious blog reader.
It was a cold December 2009, and I had reached Dantewada district, in the state of Chhattisgarh in central India.
This poem was written by a Haitian poet, journalist, activist Jacques Roche, who was killed six years ago. It's really beautiful, and I think the poem does justice to itself and its writer.
August 12 was celebrated as international youth day. Not that very many Jamaican youth would know. Or care.
Truth? Sometimes I feel like I'm not living - like I'm here, but I'm not here at all.
If you ask the world, it might tell you that the perfect woman is a well groomed, smooth skinned, soft natured, highly compassionate and intelligent woman who always puts the world before her.