I don’t think it was chance at all, that I’d nearly finished reading my book stash and couldn’t find a bookstore where I am in Africa, when I found this book on the shelf in my very office- “Creating ... Read More about An Intimate Marriage.
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Jars Of Clay.
As I watched this Ma-ke (pronounced “Mah-gay,” meaning “Mother” In Siswati) at work, and the mud swirls peel off, gently, slowly, like circular staircases, I felt a physical sensation--as if God ... Read More about Jars Of Clay.
Your Pain is Your Anointing.
“Everybody out!” The fire alarm shrieked. There in the open car park, the building purged itself. A young woman and I, clearly the only non-Africans, found our way to each other. Drawn to ... Read More about Your Pain is Your Anointing.
I See You.
Where is my fork? I bristled. Starved and tired, I’d finally gotten some food from a little store round the corner but couldn’t eat it. I tried to be patient, tried to wait, tried to distract ... Read More about I See You.
Why I Dated a Transplant Patient.
Back in the days before “Salt and Light” and “Thir.st” (gosh, I’m a dinosaur), I read most of my relationship advice from Boundless. It guided my absurd encounter with my online stalker- whom I ... Read More about Why I Dated a Transplant Patient.
Misfit, You’re Precious.
“Oh, that’s like the coolest thing ever.” I could totally imagine my seventeen-year self looking at this picture- flushing with envy at the UNICEF vest, the Swazi mahiya (wrap dress), the field ... Read More about Misfit, You’re Precious.