How blessed am I that I get to see my lover every day? To feel and taste and embrace her, to gaze upon her as if it’s the first time I’ve ever seen her, to be captivated by her as if she’s still to this day the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.
I had spent New Year’s Eve in New York City and had just gotten back to my apartment in Ocean City. I woke up early on the second day of 2014 and spent the morning with the mist shrouded ocean. Forever the water moved; not for one moment since creation had it been still. Standing there as I stood countless times, I thanked my lover for making me feel humble, inspired, tiny and salty all at once. No matter what, I always wanted to be around her or close to her. Continue reading “My Lover (Pt. I)” »
Five years ago my entire perspective on life was turned on its head. It was in the lowliest place on earth that I discovered the truest of riches and the one real hope for humanity. I always tell people that Africa both saved and ruined my life and that I couldn’t have been more thankful for it. Since my first day in the slums of Nairobi, Kenya I became caught between these two worlds. On one side was my normal American life, but in the back of my mind every day since, the kids and the people I had the privilege of meeting were there to haunt, challenge and inspire me. At first, there was a sense of grave responsibility to get their story out because of what I had seen and experienced. But the same demons that stalk the atrocities in Africa are the same of those in America; they just take on a different form – isolation, self absorption and materialism. Which is the greater of the two evils, it’s really hard to say. Continue reading “the return to Africa” »