About me

I am a French citizen, 34 years old, living in eastern France, born, raised and educated in three countries of francophone Africa (Gabon, Côte d'Ivoire and Benin) and France.

The early years

In my eyes, I owe most of who I am today to the thirteen years I spent in Côte d'Ivoire – English, French, maths, music, my taste for words and sounds, etc. The good in me – and obviously the best of me – was molded there. The excellent education in primary school laid the foundation. The outstanding education in secondary school built upon it. By the time we left, my eyes were looking upon the big world: curiosity and thirst for knowledge had become a second nature. Unfortunately, perfectionism was also set to be the bane of my life. They say the universe is all about balance. In the meantime, I had made a close encounter with English in 1988 thanks to Bobby Brown's R&B song “Don't Be Cruel” – I was 10 and I couldn't wait to start secondary school a few weeks later and gather the tools to know and understand what he was singing.


Fast forward to a few years later. I'm in Nantes, France, ending my studies of a second passion – computer science. My doctoral years have been the culmination of those studies, but also the epitome of hardship, worst years in my life as far back as my recollections go. The irony is that these dismal times begot the best text I've ever written – my doctoral thesis – and allowed me to discover music as a musician and no longer as a listener. The daily comfort I got out of music is unspeakable. My passion jar had received a third item, the last one to date.

Teaching and researching

What happened next? Well, there comes a time when stipends dry up. I spent six years at the University of Nantes in the Database and Information Retrieval research group and I concurrently attended to my teaching duties. The diversity of courses and topics gave me a culture I don't think anyone who hasn't experienced teaching can fathom. But – in just the last two years – my patience and commitment wore off due to the lack of students' involvement in their own studies, good students were too scarce to fill all gaps, and teaching became tasteless – it would have probably ended up being a chore if I had continued.

Working bee

So I landed a job in the software industry as a software engineer. Being in charge of a component program in a software suite was enriching. The experience also proved to some professionals who used to belittle the academic world that academia is no synonym for inadequacy for what they think is the “real professional world”. Then, for reasons I won't divulge here, I moved to the eastern border of the country, close to Switzerland, and made a foray into the consulting world. More snow (which I like) but not the job that had been depicted, and not the state of mind I can come to terms with: when only cost matters and quality is an umpteenth-class citizen, a slew of alarms start ringing in my head. The noise is unbearable. So I jumped ship. To freelancing.

Flying solo

And here I am being a freelance professional translator, working with a pair of beautiful and rich languages, and specialized in the only field I've ever wanted to work in.

I also have a ProZ.com profile although I am not very active over there.

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