Chronicles of DANIA

Welcome. Wander. Wonder.

I’m Dania. This is where I’ve housed most of my creative work and words for over a decade. Some of it polished, some of it not, but all of it mine. It’s sorted into four parts so you can wander in whichever direction piques your interest.

Blog, the unfiltered, unsorted years, is where it all publicly started. Publicly, because stories have been with me in various forms for as long as I can remember. Here you’ll find stories, verses, musings, and the occasional collaboration, mostly from when blogging meant writing about your life and Blogspot/Blogger was still cool. I might be turning into a “back in my day” person, but I kind of miss when people had their own slice of the internet, and could put stuff on it if they wished, how they wished. Their own words, colours, blog themes. Not the communal swamp we’re all in now, fighting for attention as we all say the same things in the same format, while an algorithm designed by tech companies, who profit from that fight, decides what gets seen.

I digress.

Walking on Water came next: a video series built around food metaphors, made after I left a 9-to-5 at one of Africa’s leading financial institutions to figure out what “living my life; my own life” meant.

Dania’s Letters showed up in the middle of 2020’s lockdown, when I wrote about my journey of faith and God, first to an intimate group of about 100 people, then eventually compiled into a publicly available journal.

And Strategy and Foresight is the result of my work on systems thinking, design, strategy, and futures during my Master of Design in Strategic Foresight and Innovation at OCAD University (because of course I couldn’t just get a regular MBA). There’s some cool stuff in here, including a TEDx talk about The Cost of Being Seen, which formalises the digression I went on above. If you’re looking for a starting point, this would be it.

These chapters have evolved over the years, but nothing about the work is finished. Turns out walking on water is a lifetime gig. I’m not mad at that.