20 Feb 2018


As I contemplated how to share our experience in China and Ghana, the smell of freshly baked honey coated flapjack in the kitchen took me right back at the entrance of the Student Supermarket, the first afternoon of our arrival in Beijing. The smell triggered the words.

I can still see a carefully displayed mini toffee coated apple kebabs on the right hand side, the smell welcoming the ocean of students that flood the store soon after lessons or after their evening shower.

But before that moment in the store let's me recount our arrival in Beijing Airport around 2pm, after one hour delay at Heathrow airport. British Airways always delays, eh?

We were greeted by two, maybe surprised to see a black woman with the professor, very polite and kind students, a young man XY and woman ZY. They were assigned to AMI to assist him during his two weeks teaching at Beijing Normal University, to make the experience painless as possible because many student don't speak English and the professor doesn't speak Mandarin.

We greeted each other. Y and X's warm smile made us feel very at ease and welcomed. AOI was shy as usual as when she first meet new people. TOI was taking everything in, his brown eyes wide open to the greatness that is Beijing airport. When planning this trip he was the one I worried about the most because of his three years old self, who doesn't like eating very adventurously but he was genuinely excited to be in China (even now most days he tells me he wants to go back).

The taxi they rented for the afternoon was waiting for us in the parking lot at the bottom of the airport. We were so grateful for all the planning the university did for us. It felt so easy to travel in that way. Before our trip to Beijing I had the pleasure to meet with Erica at thatwhildroad in London, she lives in Shanghai, she suggested I download the google translate app, which is so useful. However Mandarin has four tones and what you may think you are saying might mean something extremely different, so on our first day the language barrier was taken off the plate with the help of XY and ZY.

They helped us check into our hotel. We said our Nǐ hǎo and went into our room. In the hotel there were signs telling people not to smoke however, as I learnt during the weeks, rules are there to be broken by some guests. We walked into the room and the sudden smell of cigarette that seeped from the wall and carpet reminded me of a 1980s Italian movie set in a Roman hotel full of smokers.

The view from the hotel was incredible though. The first afternoon it gave me a quick glimpse of Beijing but as the days went by I started to notice some of the hidden gems that as a visitor, looking at a treasure book, you never notice until you begin to give time to the city to reveal its secrets. That secret that will pull you back again for another look, so you leave the place wanting to go back to find out more.

That afternoon we set our suitcases on the side and went to have a quick lunch with XY, ZY joined by the latter's fiancee and the professor in charge of this collaboration between AMI university in Canada and BNU. A beautiful fair skinned Chinese woman with delicate mannerism. She looks like a movie star to me. I imagined her minimalist lifestyle, a cat owner, single, without children. Her main love is her work. But that's my imagination because apart from telling us that she doesn't have children, and partner and that her parents are from southern part of China, I didn't get to know her much.

After lunch we went to the student supermarket for the first time. It's right on campus about ten lazy minutes walk from the hotel. As soon as we walked in AOI pulled herself onto one side, her hand on her nose. She refused to enter. I could imagine but I still asked her why?

"I don't like the smell."

"You will get used to it. It's strong because this is the first time you're experiencing it. You will get use to it." The smell was that delicious toffee coated apples at the entrance of the supermarket. Now, it's the same smell that trigger the memory of our first afternoon in Beijing.

In this photo little boy is pretending to be a lost bunny and I just found him.
When I travel what attracts me the most is observing how the locals live. I can't understand Chinese so I wasn't going to be my usual adventurous lady and go within the inner city to find out how the locals live but when one has passion the stars align for her. So I found myself living on campus. It was amazing experience observing how the students live, how they get their letters and parcels was find blowing. So this fun rickshaw that reminded me of the Ciao (the little electric car in Italy for the old people) needed to be photographed (by my AOI) because it's one way to get posts delivered (so grateful for these little travellers of mine, I hope they retain the same love and passion I have for discovering different cultures and countries).

The smell of toffee coated apples takes me back to Beijing Normal University campus life. The student life that you won't read nowhere in guide books are bright as the colours that adorn the place. The stream of students walking the back alley that leads to the shower rooms, even in Beijing autumn cold evenings, the freshly showered people in their pajamas that stream into the student supermarket were so alien to me that first few days but right now are part of the beautiful memories we had as a family in Beijing. Couple of evenings I ventured on campus alone with the children as AMI was teaching.

My mini two travellers enjoyed the bright Chinese billboards on campus and after each dinner in the canteen they stopped to look at the moving images. With the privilege to live on campus we mingled with students like real locals.

The similarity between the lifestyle in Italy and Ghana are all other stories to be written. Until then these are some photos that will tickle your travel bug.

11 Feb 2018


These morning walks give me the chance to clear my mind. To reflect on events, it inspire me to start from wherever my memory takes me to. To start telling the story but I'm still tongue tight so I wait, patiently way, like the tide when it goes for the day.

We all know it returns.

9 Feb 2018


Limiting oneself from dating another person from a different race and cultural background due to people's point of view is well depicted in Something New. This is a 2006 film about mixed race love relation in the United State. From wikipedia:

Kenya McQueen (Sanaa Lathan) is a successful, single African American woman who has sacrificed romance in order to pursue a career as a corporate attorney. Her obsessive compulsive desire for perfection and control has manifested itself in the bland, monochromatic decor of her new home and the rigid rules she follows in her personal life. Urged to loosen up by her friends, Kenya accepts a blind date with landscape architect Brian Kelly (Simon Baker) arranged by her co-worker Leah Cahan (Katharine Towne), who is in the process of planning the kind of wedding Kenya wants herself. The two meet at Starbucks, and she is disturbed to discover Brian is white, so she quickly excuses herself and leaves.

The two unexpectedly meet again at a party at Leah's parents' home, where Brian landscaped the grounds. Impressed with his work, Kenya decides to hire him to renovate her unkempt backyard garden. As time passes, their employer-employee relationship evolves into a friendship and then love.

Although Brian is helping her feel more comfortable about her living environment, Kenya finds it difficult to dismiss her reservations about their romance. The opinions of her girlfriends Cheryl (Wendy Raquel Robinson), Nedra (Taraji P. Henson), and Suzette (Golden Brooks), her upper class parents Joyce (Alfre Woodard) and Edmond (Earl Billings), and her womanizing younger brother Nelson (Donald Faison) begin to have a deleterious effect and Brian's unwillingness to discuss issues of color drives them apart.

Nelson introduces his sister to someone she views as a more acceptable suitor, tax attorney Mark Harper (Blair Underwood), who has just relocated to Los Angeles. The two begin to date, and while Joyce thoroughly approves, Edmond senses his daughter is not as happy as she was with Brian. Everything Kenya thought she wanted suddenly seems immaterial, and nothing Mark does ignites a spark between them. When the dissonance she’s developed finally overwhelms her, Kenya chooses to reunite with Brian, no longer allowing her controlling nature and social norms to dictate matters of the heart.
When I watched the movie for the first time I felt in love with it.

Although on one hand I didn't relate to Kenya because when I met my husband I was young enough to not think I can't love him because he is White and I am Black, I loved him for his personality and he is sincerity and never thought about his colour. He returned my love for who I am. We didn't let colour condition our relationship or us...

On the other hand, I can relate to Kenya because like her, sometimes I feel like I need to talk about colour issues in our relationship but at the same time I don't want to allow this kind of discussion to destroy something beautiful like our love. People will always have an opinion about us but we can stand strong against their preconceived ideas if we believe in the same values in life.


Does colour define people? Have you ever watched the movie Something New? If you are in a mixed relationship: have people ever questioned your identity or discriminated against you? How do/would you let your children embrace their multi culture?

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