Personal stories from immigrants about their experiences, struggles, successes, and how they’ve adjusted to new cultures. These could be short written pieces, or you could adapt interviews into text.
Vor Kurzem musste ich an jemanden denken, den ich kenne, und daran, wie viel Zeit, Geld und Planung sie investiert hat, um einen kanadischen Pass zu bekommen. Für diese Geschichte werde ich sie Amara nennen.… Read More »Der Pass, mit dem sie nicht geboren wurde
I was thinking recently about someone I know and the amount of time, money and planning she has put into getting a Canadian passport. For this story, I will call her Amara. Amara is Nigerian… Read More »The Passport She Wasn’t Born With
The videos showed up on my timeline a few days ago, and I couldn’t look away. A white man with a Russian accent and broken English, walking up to African women in Ghana and Kenya,… Read More »The Russian, The Spy Glasses, and What They Exposed About Us
Das erste Mal, als ich es sah, war ich auf dem Weg zum Bahnhof. Rote Buchstaben an einer Wand, ordentlich und präzise, als hätte jemand eine Schablone benutzt. REMIGRATION. Ich blieb stehen und starrte darauf.… Read More »Remigration Graffiti jetzt auch in unser Nachbarschaft
The first time I saw it, I was walking to the train station. Red letters on a wall, neat and precise, like someone had used a stencil. REMIGRATION. I stood there staring at it. Why… Read More »Remigration Graffiti Came to My Neighbourhood
Someone once said to me, “Oh, you’re that rich, huh?” and I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. It happened not long after I moved to Germany. I was out with colleagues,… Read More »Six Months with Women I Never Expected
“Mum, I needed that.” My youngest said this to me in the car, and I wasn’t expecting it. I’d just picked her and her sister up from a casual meetup with Start With a Friend… Read More »Start With a Friend
Amina tells me about the second week like she’s back in that moment when everything changed. “The second week actually was when I discovered that I am alone in a country. I don’t know no… Read More »The Second Week
Before Suaad made phone calls in Germany, she’d open Google Translate and literally write down the entire conversation like a script: what she needed to say, what they might ask, how she’d respond. That’s what… Read More »She Had No Way Back. So She Built Something Forward
My daughter asked me today if I regret leaving Nigeria. Not in those exact words. She didn’t come out and ask directly. Instead, she started talking about a friend who just moved to the UK,… Read More »The Red Pill
