Dubai won me over from the very first time I visited. Everything about it just screams luxury, in a way that should be vulgar but isn’t. From the Rolex clocks at the airport, to the beautiful artificial beaches. It represents everything that true ambition and determination is made of. They took nothing, and out of […]
Dubai won me over from the very first time I visited. Everything about it just screams luxury, in a way that should be vulgar but isn't. From the Rolex clocks at the airport, to the beautiful artificial beaches. It represents everything that true ambition and determination is made of. They took nothing, and out of that, built a paradise. If that isn't impressive, what is?
Last night in Dubai, as I waited for my next flight, I decided to grab a quick dinner. I did not realise that this was going to be food for thought, in every sense of the word. I was very enthusiastically served by two African young men- Michael* and Nigel*. They were so eager to have conversation, as though they were starved of interaction. I guess being a young black girl; they saw me as someone they could more easily relate to. They probably also guessed that I am African. They introduced themselves, we shook hands, and they wanted to know where I was from, what I was doing in Dubai, where I was headed off to. I was also curious to know what life in Dubai for them was like. Nigel walked off after the basic small talk but Michael stayed, Michael really wanted to chat. In a way it seemed like he was eager to make me aware that maybe, just maybe, Dubai isn't this revolutionary city of gold.