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...
My Heart In Africa:  “You’re Welcome”

My Heart In Africa: “You’re Welcome”

I meet people easily, so I walk up to people here in Tanzania, stick out my hand and say, “My name is Rick. It’s nice to meet you.” They always respond, “You’re welcome.” It confused me in the beginning. My first thought is to say, “I didn’t thank you for anything.” ...
My Heart in Tanzania: Why I Hate Charity

My Heart in Tanzania: Why I Hate Charity

I wandered through a market in Singida, Tanzania, with my new friend, Mbigi (pronounced m-biggie). I saw a grizzled old blind man wandering down the narrow row between the vendor’s tables. I turned away to photograph other people at the market and he stopped when he...