The first night in Nigeria

How it all began Do you know that almost surreal feeling, when you’ve been flying in the airplane for hours in a dark cabin, somehow you got used to the silence and pressure in the head, and something like a small buzzing in the background? Then the pilot announces that you have started descending to…

Muskarac u svakoj Srpskoj zeni

I kako sam odlucila da se preselim u Nigeriju Ima nesto musko u srpskim zenama od vajkada. Kad sve to pocinje, nisam sigurna. Mozda jer nas od malena i otac i majka zovu sine?”Sine, slozi svoje igracke.” “Sine, operi sudove”.”Sine, dodaj mi cigare.” Majke nam govore da ne placemo. Da samo male bebe placu. Olako…

A man inside every Serbian woman

HOW I DECIDED TO MOVE TO NIGERIA There is something very manly in every Serbian woman. When and why it all begins, I have no idea. Perhaps it starts when we are little girls and our parents call us “son”. Like “Son, pick up your toys”, or “Son, wash the dishes” or “Son, pass me…

The Story Begins

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – Maya Angelou I have been in love with stories since I can recall life. I have been reading them since I was five years old and writing them since I was seven. I have been telling them ever since I started talking….