An ironic contrast to the bold label above the door, the dark storage closet looked like anything BUT a library. Books filled unopened boxes sealed with cobwebs. More books stacked up broken shelves amid piles of rat poop. And even more books littered the dusty cement floor. Termites had sawn through dozens of pages, and dirt caked dozens more. Books, yes; a library, not quite.
Sorry! I’ve been in a bit of a blogging slump. I have a million excuses that are all true and false at the same time….
Sama couldn’t take his eyes off the kids. I couldn’t take my eyes off Sama. Transfixed in a stare that exuded wonder, the look on his face spoke more than words could ever say. Unable to hear or speak, Sama grabbed my arm and pointed toward the students; he cupped his hands over his ears, then patted his chest. It was the first time the 13-year-old had met anyone else just like him.
It’s hard to be thankful for rice when it’s in your food bowl three times a day. But a day trip to the rice fields changed my…
When the rain finally breaks through the grey sky, I usually make hot tea and sip it on the porch. My family and I watch…
I recently completed my longest stretch in village: 12 ½ weeks. With school out and the entire village asleep for the 30 days of Ramadan,…
Men’s wear in The Gambia is totally the cat’s pajamas, or in other words, on point. But really, let’s bring back that 1920s hipster lingo…
