Life as a Spectator Sport
At lot of times I feel like a spectator in my own life. Not really a fan, but an observer of the events of my own existence, steadily marching past my face while I stand in the […]
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At lot of times I feel like a spectator in my own life. Not really a fan, but an observer of the events of my own existence, steadily marching past my face while I stand in the […]
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The stank hit me in the face before I ever planted my foot on the top step. The whole second story of the half-constructed home we were staying in was permeated by a foul odor emitting from
Driving into my gate yesterday, I spied two young well dressed bazungu men casually chatting with a man they had stopped along my dirt road. They had neatly pressed white shirts carefully tucked into black slacks, shoulder
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