by Samantha Frearson-Tubito | Feb 13, 2026 | Uncategorized
I didn’t become a people-pleaser because I was weak. I became one because I was paying attention. When you grow up across borders, you learn early how to read a room. You notice shifts in tone, posture, silence. You learn which version of yourself feels most welcome...
by Samantha Frearson-Tubito | Apr 15, 2021 | Africa
(Lubumbashi, DRC – 1976) I kept on dozing on and off. When I woke up, we were being thrashed around in the back of a large jeep. Daddy was steadying me, Simon by Mummy. A few minutes later we arrived at a hotel. We walked into the lobby. There were two men sitting in...
by Samantha Frearson-Tubito | Apr 5, 2021 | Africa
(Democratic Republic of Congo formerly known as Zaire – 1976) We had been playing with some bright coloured bubble gum balls that Mummy had brought home that morning. She had told us specifically not to touch them. But they looked so bright and tempting in their...
by Samantha Frearson-Tubito | Mar 11, 2021 | Asia
In memory of the many lives lost on the March 11th 2011 tsunami in Japan.We were living in Tokyo at the time, 200kms south of the quake’s epicenter.Here is my family’s story from that memorable day: (this post has been revised and edited from a previous post, dated...
by Samantha Frearson-Tubito | Feb 10, 2021 | Reflections
Most people identify with one place as home; the place they were born, where they grew up and occasionally stayed on into adult life. “Where are you from?” is the standard question that is asked every time we meet someone new in order to place that person into their...
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