Happy Birthday to myself..

March 30th 1970 ,Dakar,Senegal .

This is when it all started, i was given a chance to come up here and discover the world…
Female,black,african…Such a joy for my folks but they didn’t know that the world would be becoming harsher and harsher for people with my profile…
Anywaym i never gave up and i have been around this bloody world, wandering like a real fulanis, roaming from Paris to Seoul, From Tijuana to Kuala Lumpur, From Cape Town to Lougah, and everywhere i felt at home, never limited by language barriers , Ohayo Gozaimasu in Tokyo, Gracias in Cuba, Taitzien in Taiwan…Everywhere i felt at home , i never gave a chance to others to make me feel different or weaker.Even after having worked as a high executive in an Egyptian telecom conglomerates among Palestinian,Jordans, lebanese, and Egyptian men.I still felt at ease..So wether born at the wrong place (according to the stats), with the wrong background (according to the stats again) you give yourself a chance by believing in you.So i ate a delicious chocolate cake guiltfree and thought about how blessed i am to have reached my age and how great my life is (if i focus on the positive side obviously).Thanks Mum.Thanks Allah.and Happy Birthday to myself.