Oh Togo

Oh Togo, how do I describe thee? Dilapidated euro-chic… your perfect highway asymmetrically flanked by crumbling colonial memories and football-speckled beaches. But the ghosts of France live beyond their traditional restraints. I can see them escaping in the breath of ubiquitous smokers. They feed me baguettes sold on street corners, sweet yogurt for breakfast, and…

Defining Moments

Joy: Full-bodied, full-spirited wrestling on a grassy knoll overlooking the beach. Laying on your back panting at the sky after agreeing to a draw. Noticing your shorts are completely dirty because, well, you played in the dirt. Simplicity: Standing naked with a bucket of water. Helplessness: Knowing nothing you do will make the sick, softly crying baby feel better in…

A violent, Ghanaian rainstorm.

Writers and Rememberers

I was woken up in the middle of the night by the most violent rainstorm of my life. I tried to take a picture and it was one of the many moments where my camera simply will not suffice. I realized in the most exciting. “I never want to forget this” moments of my life,…