Later that evening as I began to get worse, I came back to Freetown, the capital. I knew my body was preparing something pretty bad for the night. I looked at Daniel, my FTF brother: “Daniel if something happens you just hold my hand.” And it began…Read More
I recently had a terrifying and incredible experience: It involves a stranger. And a baby. Also, I am not a doctor.Read More
Walking with evident pain, a man came to the clinic in Waterloo. He had a dirty yellowish bandage on his right leg, a mix of blood, soil and puss that created a unique color and a very strong smell that automatically activates my vomit reflex.
“Kushe-o. Aw di de Docto.” Hello, how is the day going, Doctor? He said in Krio.
I say, “Ten god tenki si. Aw yusef bro? kom naya.” Praise God I say in his Krio language. As a Guatemalan still struggling with American English, the whole scene is really something.
“No gud se. Mi leg de art to mos. Aw no able fo work no mor.” Bad, I have a strong pain in my leg that does´nt let me work
“Ok, wetin na yu name?” Ok, what is your name?
“Mi name Cristopher.”Read More
When Sergio and I hopped into a kehkeh to see what this basketball thing was all about I tried to recall a single time I’d seen any sign of basketball here—perhaps someone dribbling a ball, a small conversation about basketball, maybe I’d seen a hoop somewhere. Nothing registered. But this… This was an organized, serious basketball practice. I began questioning myself. Finally, Sergio and I looked at each other, shrugged and said, “Yes”.Read More
My name and my country are strange for them; I love the way they confuse Guatemala with “Watermelon”. One kid even told me once that I´m very lucky to live in a big fruit.Read More
We liken our Journeys to a young child playing with crayons; using colors to raise up words on an old tombstone, reclaiming the simple essence of life, written elegantly in the depths of the human soul.Read More