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  • Help the Helper

    Photo from The Borgen Project. Last night, amidst the sound of Antonov planes hovering above South Sudan, amidst the buzz of malaria-carrying mosquitoes and the hiss of potent black mambas, I dreamt I was in a  peaceful place in the mountains of Tajikistan—still doing humanitarian aid work but in a more relaxed, cool, serene environment, […]

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  • Fame, Fortune

    Africa-bound for the first time. Alone. Twenty-three hours between airports and planes. Seems like decades ago, but it’s only been two years and seven months when I left the Philippines to chase a “vision” that had haunted me since I saw a photo of three African boys in a ‘70’s edition of National Geographic I […]

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  • Mating Season

    The night is unusually very still, and aside from the sound of the generator in the compound, there’s only silence. The resident frogs realized no one is pleased with their nightly orchestra, so they’re giving it a rest for tonight. And the owl that used to hoot tirelessly up the tree behind my hut has […]

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  • A Crazy World

    The day greeted me with a mild headache (from lack of sleep), a persistent knocking on my door, and an impatient Dinka voice. “Madam, somebody is here to see you. Said it’s important.” What the—! I was still in my nighties. It’s only 9:30. And it’s a Saturday, for God’s sake! Of course, I didn’t […]

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  • Being a Chameleon

    Dinkaland never ceases to amaze me. Just when I thought I had heard all kinds of marriage proposals there are, Dinka men always manage to come up with something that leaves me dumbfounded for one second and laughing my head off the next. For the benefit of those who aren’t familiar with the term “Dinka,” […]