Gerrianne Pennings

1 story every 24 hours | 365 stories written by a 24-year-old


September 2017

Day 364 – Finishing chapter 1

I am finding it harder and harder to write. I guess because I know the end is so close. One more day. Since I didn’t really take any pictures today, I am scanning through my phone. Looking for an old... Continue Reading →

Day 363 – Scared

I don't like to admit it, but I am scared for lots of things. Scared to get seriously sick. Scared to share. Scared to fail. Scared that I am not good enough. Scared of what will happen next. Scared of... Continue Reading →

Day 361 – Midway point

I still remember the first week I was here in Uganda. Hosted by a wonderful family. Felt at home pretty quickly. Sat on the same couch as I am sitting on now to eat my first home-cooked meal. 6 months... Continue Reading →

Day 359 – When I was in primary school..

I hear thunder. Or at least that's what I think it is. There was lightening earlier in the night, so thunder is a logical explanation. But I am not in Kampala tonight. I am in Adjumani. Which is very close... Continue Reading →

Dag 358 – Einde in zicht

Nog maar een week en dan is het klaar. Dan is deze blog voorbij. In ieder geval het elke dag schrijven en dat dan delen met de wereld. En eerlijk gezegd is het goed zo. Ik ben er wel even... Continue Reading →

Day 357 – Maggie and maps

I woke up from the birds. Like a usual morning. It’s a little past 7. Slept an hour longer than usual. I am struggling to get out of bed. Turn around a couple times more in my squeaky sounding small... Continue Reading →

Day 356 – Colour my world

Protests in downtown Kampala yesterday. Tear gas. Police. Demonstrations. Political unrest is not uncommon in this part of the world. Yet I don't really notice. It could just as well be on the other side of the world. This city... Continue Reading →

Day 353 – PJs and soup

One of my favourite moments of the day. Curling up on the couch with a bowl of soup made from fresh veggies and in my PJs. 'Huismus' is the word for it in Dutch. Yesterday I wrote about everyday days.... Continue Reading →

Day 352 – The every day days

It just kicked in. How is it 18 September already? Time flies. Sometimes it feels like days are flying by like frames of a movie scene. If I could choose, I would love to be in a drama, a bit... Continue Reading →

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