Little hands hold mine on either side of me, swinging my arms wildly and looking up with big grins. They have me wrapped around their little fingers. I walk them back to…
Browsing Tag
Africa
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My Birkenstocks kick up dust as I walk towards town, holding my breath as the trucks carrying large tanks of water lumber past, blowing thick plumes of exhaust in my face. The…
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Fireworks burst in the air over my head as a live band plays reggae on the makeshift stage behind me. My face burns with the glow of a bonfire, and I dig…
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The persistent thump, thump, of oversized speakers reverberates in the distance, mingling with the sound of shouting and laughter. I’m standing in the middle of a grassless field, arms outstretched, yelling, “Ghana,…
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The moon is upside down here. My friend first pointed it out during one of our nightly walks back to our host family. Its crescent shape glows a deep orange against the…
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There’s a storm coming in. I sense the subtle shift in the breeze. Heat has given way to a cool humidity, and I am grateful. The dense gray clouds collide with the…