Rush Hour Cows

Waiting on a herd of cows to get out of the road in the rural hillsides of Nicaragua is like waiting on a teenage girl to get out of the bathroom in the morning. You can bang, yell, threaten, and bribe and they don’t move until their darn-good-and-ready. In fact, I’d...

My Heart in Africa: Hakuna Matata

My Heart in Africa: Hakuna Matata

The withered, toothless old man still had a sparkle in his cataract-covered eyes.  Shaking my hand for the umpteenth time, he mumbled, “Hakuna Matata.” It was delightful. I spent a lot of time singing Lion King songs while in Tanzania. There was a rousing bus chorus...

My Heart In Africa: Hungry to Learn

My Heart In Africa: Hungry to Learn

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I entered the classroom at the Nkungi village Primary School. It was 2:30 in the afternoon on a hot African day when I asked the Headmaster of the school if I could take pictures.  Children quickly tried to hide their farming hoes...

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