2018-06-08
Sixty days, nineteen hours, fifty-five minutes and around thirty seconds have passed from the time I left Senegal to the time I started writing this blog. Since then I’ve been in Northern California, Southern Oregon, upstate New York-Syracuse to be specific, my home for the next four years- ,the big apple itself, and finally back...
Read More2017-12-30
I hear it all the time. When an elder is expressing their delight that my cold has gone away, when a passerby tells my carpentry supervisor a tale he can't believe, when my host mom is baffled by my inability to remember the easiest Laala words, and so on. It's quite the common expression here in Senegal....
Read More2017-12-14
It's quite funny that we as humans crave for something novel when at home, yet we cling to any sense homeliness and familiarity once miles away. It started on a cold-never in my life did I think I'd be saying this-Sunday morning in Senegal. I had a couple other fellows (Kevin and Nick) visiting my...
Read More2017-09-24
Mum and Dad, Where to start. A measly three weeks here has opened eyes more than I could have ever imagined before. The beauty of this country is mind boggling. Every where I turn there's a goat baobab tree proving shade for dozens of people, people who are smiling at me, greeting me, asking...
Read More2017-08-22
The real inspiration behind my decision to take a bridge year lies in a tiny classroom at Clear Brook High School in Friendswood Texas. Half way down the foreign language corridor is Madame Chavez’ French classroom, where I soon learned is where any hope of dwelling in ignorance and kicking back in a blow off...
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