Tucked into the southwest corner of the Uganda, Kisoro is a renowned center for agriculture and farming. Communities are almost entirely made up of poor rural farmers that depend on seasonal harvests for their income to pay all living expenses. Often times this is not enough to send children to school, start a more profitable [...]

This is a recent opinion piece I wrote for the Peace Corps Uganda newsletter. It’s a huge issue and much more could be discussed about crafts and their impact on culture…. Crafts have emerged as an undeniable industry in many communities in the developing world fuelled by a surge in interest by outside markets that reward [...]

I have played a round of golf through a military exercise and a wedding ceremony. I have been surrounded by a cloud of bats each the size of a Cessna. I have said goodbye to a close friend. I have said hello to a new Country Director. I have coasted down a mountain with no [...]

It’s the type of place your gut tells you stay away from; that little hole in the wall where despite how close you get to the open door you still can’t see inside. Standing from the walking trail all I could make out was the hallow dance of cigarette smoke emanating from the interior, most [...]

“Muzungu Mania” may be coming to an end in the village. Gone are the days when children run away from me in fear. No longer do groups of women talk about me for hours after seeing and greeting me at the health center. When I enter meetings now people don’t stop and sing a song [...]

Step 1: Go to the store. Step 2: Buy plant from said store. Step 3: Add water and wait for it to die. This my friends is the extent of my farming experience. If I had known I would end up living where I am, I may have paid more attention back in Mrs. Sanders [...]

It’s 3AM. No one is awake in the village. Usually the only noise at this time would be the cacophony of crickets, grasshoppers, and frogs that seem to enjoy performing close if not next to my bedroom window. This morning however, my room is filled with a loud abrasive white noise. Under a mosquito net, [...]

Many years ago, on my sixth grade field trip I found myself stuck in the middle of a crude and ritualistic rite of passage. With no more direction than a point of the finger, I, a boy whose only exposure to nature had been forging the river on the Oregon Trail computer game (by help [...]