“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…
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"
Last night three girls from Quebec arrived at the house to spend a few orientation days in Cotonou, much like I did. The mother of the house was asleep so it fell to me to let them in. For some reason I decided that this conferred a certain kind o…Read more "Day 2"
(Apologies in advance for the lack of photos – it takes 15 mins to upload one. i’ll come back and put them on next week) Not that much happened today. We went to a market, I bought a dress for my mum and we went back to the office so that I could …Read more "Day 1"