For starters, La Pagaille!  RIP The little Africat up there was my roommate in Kakoni (my village).  He was a spunky little thing, rode in bush taxis with the best of ‘em, and used to play with a blue plastic bag (erroneously referred to as a caoutchouc[pronounced, "cow shoe"] here in Guinea.  I’m not exactly sure what [...]

Technically Mariama was my host mom, but the in the family there were two moms, eight children and an untold number of cousins.  (A modest sized family by Guinean standards.)  While Forecariah sits firmly in the Susu dominated coastal region of Guinea, and both of the mothers in my family are Susu, my papa in Forecariah, [...]

Too many events and too little sleep have transpired since Philadelphia for me to remember much of it.  There was a restive red-eye from JFK to Dakar, where 29 confused people got of the plane and into the first bus with open doors in eyesight before considering where they needed to go.  These airfield buses seem to be the thing [...]

Hey Fellers.  This, here, is my blog.  I know, even the word itself is disgusting but get over it.  I did.  Today was a bit of a long one.  At 12:01 AM, I was far from packed.  There were shirts drying on a rack in front of the fire, mismatched socks on the dining room table and a [...]