I was born in Africa at 5 am on New Years Day all the way back in 1981. The doctor was called out of a new years party to deliver me. He may or may not have been drunk at the time.
I lived on African soil for the first half of my life and on Canadian soil for the second half. Despite living here for 16 years, I still have trouble rolling my 'R's and following the many rules Canada holds dear.
The best thing thats ever happenned to me is the birth of my daughter nine years ago. I still adore her even though she seems to be perpetually embarassed by me and has taken to communicating with me mostly via eye-rolling and monosylabic grunts, rather than using all the wonderful words I taught her.
I love, (among other things) beer and steak and people who speak their mind.
I am really excited about the way journalism is changing and I hope to be a part of exploring just how we can collectively challenge the way meaning has been conventionally constructed.