“Christy, these T-shirts…they can’t stay. That ok love?” “Why?” “Well. It’s just… They’re dirty.” I looked at the offending plain white t shirts. Well, previously plain. They were caked in the dust of developing countries and the sweat of char…
I was flicking absent mindedly through Facebook last weekend when I saw that Peg, my aunt, had replied to my comment about how I???d been getting on here. She wished me well and congratulated me for having made ???real change???. In the middle of …Read more "Was it all worth it?"
Wierdly, through no express effort of my own, I seemed to be in high demand during my final weekend here. On the Saturday I went to the Internet caf?? to post the few blogs I???d gotten around to writing, presenting the building tourist guide style t…Read more "Stranded under the mango tree"
By this time the sun had long ago said its final goodbye. There was one lantern hanging from a wayward branch that allowed the waitress to cast a large, sporadic shadow over us. Hospice was on his fifth Awayoo (which, when pronounced by a curious …Read more "Discussions under the mango tree – part 2"
Hospice had been working in Djougou for 5 years, and Pierre for 7 months. Both spoke from a position of institutional experience in vastly different fields of work – Pierre in healthcare, Hospice in construction. We started with a topic of which I…Read more "Discussions under the Mango Tree – part 1"
Got my charger back so I can finally start writing again. It???s hard to express just how much that means to me. There???s been a week of no blogs, so I???ll do a little bit of a ???here???s what you missed last time???. BAM Christy and Nina go to a Safari Pa…Read more "Discussions under the Mango Tree – Intro"
Fuck illnesses man. No fun. I???ve just come out of the worst case of the shits I???ve ever had ??? as in, 2 days clean, started feeling pretty good ??? when out of nowhere I can???t stop being sick. As I???m writing this I???m staring through the crack in the …Read more "Day 40"