Where The Hell Am I?

I have been trying to map out where exactly it is that I work. Sure, I have paper maps, internet maps, even Google Maps. The problem is that 90% of the places i work in are not listed on any map with any identifiable road. Therefore, this term i have been making it a point…

When Not To Buy Bread

There is a baguette bakery at the end of my building. I used to go there every morning, but I stopped  after I got my shock. It is an old bakery, a dump inside and out. It doesn’t even look like a bread bakery at all. Looks like another street side storage shed really. However,…

Hounded French Girls

Oh my gosh! I never cease to have encounters that give me stories to tell about life here in West Africa. To the Malian who miss-dialed to my number three days ago. The one whom I told he had dialed the wrong number. The one who mistakenly thought I sounded like a young French girl…

Humanitarian Adjustments

I’ve planted my feet back in the African soil. A mundane post about the struggles of returning to Mali. I undertook a thirty eight hour marathon from my home to Bamako, Mali, West Africa. One day to recuperate and do my business in Bamako. Then a long bus ride out to my region the following…

Taxicab Spirituality – Human Suffering

​Today, I ​chatted about human suffering with a random taxi driver in Bamako, Mali. There was a woman begging with two small children at a very busy intersection in Bamako, one child nearly got hit by a car right beside us.  My heart was in my mouth as it all unfolded so rapidly, just meters…

Japanese Hell…… Emails and Six Packs

I had the chance to sit in the Toronto Airport today. For an extremely long time.  I think Africa has finally gotten me to the place where waiting is not as stressful anymore. Most of the Airport staff  walking by were speaking a language other than english between themselves. Flights to about 20 different nations went…

Ancient Man Builds an Ancient Road. Living Samogho History

Frankly, there are times in life you need to shut up and listen, hanging on to every word, savoring the conjuring meaning of each one of them. There are times in life you put down the camera, notebook, the paper “plans”, the agenda at hand, and you make, yes TAKE, the time to truly see what is before your eyes. Permitting sufficient time for the living image to be properly burned into your mind, preserving it for a life time.

When That African Dam Breaks

Last terms Africa adventure has been processed, well, as best as I could. Once again, I’m ready to absorb every new image, hear every new conversation, smell every odor, shake every hand, soak in every sight. My eyes prepared to take pictures that will once again be crammed into a my mind and heart, until not another thing can fit in. My eyes seeing, and my ears hearing stories and conversations about things that should be written some day.