White lights Street fights Blinking, outright. It’s out at night Dark alleys Hidden valleys Lost souls. Water filled gullies Empty streets Fast cars Humans breathing under sheets. Souls scarred, Under sacks too short for their feet Bare knees Calling to clad: “Cover me!” Skin, darkened and sad. Teetering on heels That echo like peckers on […]
“It’s… so sad,” she mumbled as she motioned to him to follow her…
Day #6 I woke up and decided to go to the park near home. At the entrance I met her. “Arrgh!” I wanted to be alone today. A family of monkeys was playing in the canopy I like. I decided to sit on the dewy grass. I like how the water soaks up one’s clothes. […]
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A skyline that is usually dominated by the distinctive volcanic outline of Nyiragongo, whose active crater often belches out smoke by day and glows ominously at night.
I saw that of all the African cultural practices, only music, dance and religion – immaterial arts – were preserved and reinvested with the power to bring people together.
With the wedding party gone, the expansive air on top of us felt radiant; like it was still singing songs of love. The pillows that the bride and groom knelt on stared back…
Here I am, seated next to a Burundian who is new on this route and only knows where he is getting off, a bus that is really moving, an undecided battle between the rain and sunshine outside, and a racing heart…
Her Kinyarwanda is musical; this I hear as she calls out for the 7-month old crocodile at the backyard pond, almost like a girl playing with a doll.
Its spire rises above almost all else. Perched atop one of its approaching hills, the spire is a landmark that one would hardly miss from most areas surrounding the main road into Muhanga.