2017-03-14
I keep trying to find the words to describe what I’m experiencing. When family and friends ask about my life I find myself wanting to tell them all about the wonderful pieces of Senegal. I often fail to mention anything that makes this year seem less than perfect, but there is so much more to...
Read More2016-12-01
Trees with roots of patterns bent and broken The sea a gentle wash of white foam and salted green Walking home I sidestep plastic Dancing past the fields of broken bottles mixed among the sand Water to sand To roads To home Pulling my hand through velvet blooms hanging past paint chipped walls...
Read More2016-10-28
This is a day in the life of “Coumba” I wake up around 7:30-8:00am and begin the day by staring aimlessly at my light blue mosquito net until I have to pee so badly I finally get out of bed. I race to the bathroom (and by bathroom I mean the hole in the...
Read More2016-09-16
Do you ever get the feeling that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be? I feel this every time I sit on the living room floor, eating out of the communal bowl with Momma Fatso, Aziz and Daniel. I’ve been struggling to write my first blog post because I can’t seem to put Senegal into...
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