The lonely coffin
One other image from the memorial today in Gisozi sticks with me: a coffin, left alone in one of the museum rooms. I could…
Read MoreOne other image from the memorial today in Gisozi sticks with me: a coffin, left alone in one of the museum rooms. I could…
Read MoreToday is the 14th anniversary of the genocide. I’m used to genocide anniversaries. I spent 8 years organizing Holocaust memorials in my home town…
Read MoreNo one is home, which frees me up even more than a nice beer might. I can do absolutely anything I want, a sentence…
Read MoreThe most ubiquitous characters in my daily strolls in Kigali are the veritable army that sells airtime. They wander the streets in yellow vests,…
Read MoreSo, my friends, my intention was to begin my blog with a couple of posts a day about the Sierra Leone experience. Then, segue…
Read More20-21 March 2008, en route It took two days to drive from Freetown, on the western coast of Africa, to Kailahun, in the extreme…
Read More19 March 2008, Freetown He is my taxi driver. A friend of a friend gave me two driver’s numbers, and I called this one…
Read MoreFrom notes made between March 19 and 21, 2008 It’s almost never not funny here in Freetown. There are more signs for social causes…
Read MoreA friend forwarded me this story from the BBC, Ivory Coast’s ‘big-bottom’ craze. There’s a song in praise of bums, which spawned a dance…
Read More17 March, Nairobi, in transit to Freetown I am surprised how emotional I felt at the Kigali airport. I mean, I’m not leaving-leaving; just…
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