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Dear everyone else: here is what NOT to ask African travelers

This post is inspired by, among other things, something that happened a few weeks back.I am standing outside my Airbnb (was most likely waiting for someone, or chilling... or whatever). A guy comes at me, does not say hello or anything.Here’s how it went:Him: Do you speak English?Me: (Bewildered) BarelyHim: Where’s the kitchen?Me: Uuuum I just arrived and I do not work….Him: I WANT salt… you know that thing they put in food…Guys…I do not speak much about some of these things, but they happen often than anyone would like to imagine.This got me

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About Wachera

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wachera

I can’t keep calm! That’s probably the worst tag line ever, but it’s true. I have tried finding fulfilment from settling down and focusing on one activity and place, but I failed terribly. Okay, I should probably start by telling you who I am. My name is Wachera, a daughter of the African soil. Just recently, I realized that Wachera is native for “the one who loves travelling” . Read more

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