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Chanda Chandalala

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Chanda Chandalala

Born and raised in Zambia (the real Africa). Currently reside in Toronto, Canada with my husband. Check out my blog: www.chandalalaland.com

Stories by Chanda Chandalala

It doesn’t take getting pregnant for me to appreciate my mum. I always have, often quietly, thinking about how she put up with me, let alone my...
I text, I imessage, I BBM, I Facebook …   Are we becoming more and more disengaged and losing our personal touch and our voices, and...
I always wanted an AOL account just so I could hear those three little words! Something about it made computers appear even more intriguing than they...
One way or another, it’s gonna find you, it’s gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha . . . or is it? I read an article last month that...
I was never as much of an avid reader as I am now. I remember always asking my mum the meanings of words and she always said if you want to improve...
A couple of weeks ago I was web surfing and came upon an article on married vs. single friendship written by Demetira L Lucas. In it she posed the...
 Last weekend my husband and I were driving to my aunt’s house, the road was a little bumpy and I found myself going “wooooooh...
Test: You’re reading this right? Are you really thinking about what I’m going to write or are you thinking about something else? No? You...
I was watching the news last week and there was a poll asking whether you feel safe in your neighbourhood. I’ve been thinking about that Sesame...
If you haven’ t already noticed through reading my blog, I have a thing for sayings, Bemba ones mostly; grew up with a lot of them and as years...
 Winter’s here and I can feel the enthusiasm for leaving my apartment dwindling quickly. And coming with it are my boring, unattractive...
It’s hard to meditate when you’re a mouth-breather. I’ve been a little stressed the past couple of weeks, partly due to my jam-...
In the past five years, I’ve lost two friendships that if you’d asked five years ago if we’d be where we are now, I’d have...
There’s a certain serenity that comes over me when I’m visiting my home country. It sounds corny, but being there really helps contribute...
I always enjoy going home. The journey, not so much. When you have to make a total of approximately eighteen hours travel time, a fight for the...

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