Where 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…
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Is 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…
Read MoreMore pressure than dating
Last week I was at a party–or, rather, a graduation celebration for a typing course. That’s right. Huge stereo speakers, a DJ, brouchettes everywhere,…
Read MoreThe camera pans east… A story from India
My friend Anna Ruddock of Britain is traveling India (alone!) for three months, and she’s got a story that I just love so much,…
Read MoreHow to stand out in Rwanda even more than you already do when you’re white
There are lots of great images and interesting language in Chimanda Ngozi Adichie’s Half of a Yellow Sun, so I don’t know what it…
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