Take this, American Idol
No one is home, which frees me up even more than a nice beer might. I can do absolutely anything I want, a sentence…
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Getting to ‘goodbye’
The most ubiquitous characters in my daily strolls in Kigali are the veritable army that sells airtime. They wander the streets in yellow vests,…
Read MoreHere’s how I guess this will work…
So, my friends, my intention was to begin my blog with a couple of posts a day about the Sierra Leone experience. Then, segue…
Read MoreWhere have all the (cow)girls gone?
Okay, I don’t even like that song, so to all of you, and myself, I apologize. But yesterday it occurred to me, I’m surrounded…
Read MoreIs this what they mean by pidgen English?
I went with a roomie to Gisenyi today, just a quick day trip, mostly with just enough time to go down to the lake…
Read MoreRoad rage, or, why not to live with a doctor
Two days ago, I wrote a post like this, but it was all wild and triumphant. It was a love note to motos, and…
Read MoreLanguage Lessons I
I have been taking Kinyarwanda lessons for almost three weeks now. Thank God I studied Swahili for a year; I can remember almost none…
Read MoreAid-ing the poor
It doesn’t take all that much time in a place like Rwanda to start wondering if aid works, or how it might work better….
Read MoreGreetings, or “What am I supposed to do with your hand?”
Anyone who’s ever left the States–hell, anyone who’s left a small hometown for a big city, or vice versa–knows that awkward squishy feeling of…
Read MoreTo learn how to party, come to Kigali
3 kegs of Mutzig, a DJ with speakers that throbbed like a dance club, and a goat on a spit. That’s right. A goat…
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