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Asong rises before the dawn, in this case from the unseen places where unseen hands keep the fire burning. It drifts over fields and cities, over salt pans and deserts and rivers remembering the footsteps of our ancestors. It’s a song of...
(“Are you looking with eyes that truly see?”) This question felt unnecessary at the time as I considered seeing it as purely automatic (and nothing more) as a child. What else, I thought, are my eyes meant to do? It took 26 years – and a...
Every new year presents a path toward fresh goals, renewed dreams, and sometimes the very possibility of reimagining life itself. Aside from this, though, there’s another date that once carried hope and glory but now lingers in the shadows:...
These are the first feelings to strike when one fully grasps the immensity of Lake Katwe in Uganda and the locals who work in the salt-mining industry there, a lake reminding us that colonialism still lingers heavily beyond the imaginarium...