I have been too hard on myself lately. Id been questioning a lot my impact here and my so called integration into this community. Burkina was looking very drab, very very plain and I didnt want to be here ( Read more... )

There were a few things I wanted to say ( Read more... )

Ive been here a year and a month now, my service is almost half over. And lately Ive been thinking a lot about exactly what I would like to leave behind to my village, what sort of legacy Id like to plant here. A year of sorting through all the problems that people here face and trying to make some sense of them. Not only that but agonizing over ( Read more... )

Koukouldi is not a tourist spot, though twice Ive seen buses of white people passing through with dazed or shocked looks on their faces ( Read more... )

Rumiki ( Read more... )

You cant see my house from the road anymore. The millet fields have completely obscured it. Rather a stark difference, all green and lush and somehow feels like an unkempt arid jungle ( Read more... )

I have now fed giant sacred catfish by hand.

I cant get over how many white people are swarming around Koudougou right now. I think there are more white people in this internet cafe than black people. I think Im going to die of shock ( Read more... )

Kabre, one of my nurses, wants me to help him get a Peace Corps volunteer in his home village ( Read more... )

VI where the money goes ( Read more... )