Packing at a Pace

Greetings All, So it is May 24, 2016 and I leave for Cape Town, South Africa in exactly 7 days. The steps that I have taken to prepare for my 2 month and 4 day trip are minimal. I have bought an outlet adapter and chose which suitcases I will bring. Instead of being frantic…

A Note on Cultural Appropriation

When a Facebook friend posts something about cultural appropriation, more specifically, “white girls wearing head dresses and bindis at Coachella.” I had to respond. Again, this is just my opinion. Take it or leave it.  “Ok, so a few comments on this. Just my personal opinion of course. With regard to “white girls” wearing head…

Ethiopia: The Omo River Valley

The Ethiopian government is pursuing the wholesale seizure of indigenous lands in the Omo River Valley to turn them into plantations. The Valley is one of the most diverse places in the world and is also a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The Gibe III (dam) is being built by an Italian construction company (without any…

The Field

When I was in Cameroon, I came across this soccer field and I found myself going there everyday to watch people play. One time, I found a group of kids and I started to play with them. They were amazed, but little did they know, I had been playing soccer my entire life. We played…

All Things Living

While I was walking my dog I came across a dead bee in the middle of the sidewalk. For some reason, it caught my attention and I stood there for a second and decided on my way back I would move it from off the sidewalk so nobody stepped on it. I continued walking and…

Calls from Cameroon :)

I received a phone call from Derick in Cameroon while I was at work, and there was nothing in that moment that could have stopped me from answering that +237 call! Derick was and is a great friend who I worked with at Saint Michael’s Center in Meluf village, Cameroon. He cooked me lunch almost…

“Your Hands Are Too Soft…”

As I made my way into the deep green rolling hills on the back of a motorbike, being careful not to fall on the slippery orange road, Molo Julius and I approached a family’s compound. We got off the bike and started walking inside and we were greeted by several sweet children yelling “Sista! Sista!”…