Teranga and Sun

I had worked with the brilliant tool Canva since 2017, albeit in a professional setting where I was more a passive recipient of mockups lovi...

When my mother was pregnant with me and living in Senegal, her favorite thing to do was head to the cinema and watch a horror movie. I often...

No self-respecting author born in Senegal and with a blog called, Teranga and Sun , should omit to pen a novel set in their birth place. ...

I have just turned 43 and more than ever, I discover that as a writer, nothing is more regrettable than two activities.  One : revea...

After jetsetting around Rome, Paris, Brittany, Capri and Sorrento in June last year, it was time to return to Sydney, and face the fact t...

I have been under the weather all week, feeling rotten and physically broken, and trying my best to keep it all together under a polished...

I haven't written much on life for a while and it leaves one to wonder whether I may have gotten lost somewhere in 15th century Veni...

Yes, it's all true. I'm a loner.  From the age of five, when I preferred to roam the playground alone, lost in thoughts, rath...

Almost seven years ago, I wrote about my childhood in Dakar , the memories I have kept , and the amazing local women who helped take car...

As writers - artists, often we are let loose; we become searchers; we seek, swept on an endless trail of letters, ideas, music and images...

As a person with an  INFJ  personality profile, I have always been a sensitive creature. I remember in Dakar, when I was six, my sister...

Il y a maintenant plus d’un mois, j’ai perdu un être cher. Un être qui était à la fois pour moi, une mère, une grand-mère, une amie e...

Bourgeois Ladies When I was a little girl and living in France, I stumbled upon gorgeous sketches. These had been drawn by some distan...