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Africa Archive 2014

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of knowing and loving people in more than one place

Over the past few weeks I’ve been slowly posting in segments pieces about my latest expedition to Ghana, West Africa. From start to finish, to the origins that led to the journey, to the many lessons I learned and re-learned throughout, here is the complete archive in one blog post:

1. – Affirmation

2. – Nairobi 

3. – Maps 

4. – My Lover (Pt. I)

5. – The Despair of the Privileged 

6. – Reckless Abandon 

7. – Pen & Paper 

8. – Lake Bosomtwe 

9. – The Grand Portrait 

10. – Tourists and Travelers 

11. – My Lover (Pt. II)

12. – The Inevitable Sadness 

13. – The Burden of Self 

14. – Stable Instability

15. – The Front Lines

The Burden of Self

And as I am caught up into total surrender to The Master Artist, I become thrilled with something infinitely greater than myself

And as I am caught up into total surrender to The Master Artist, I become thrilled with something infinitely greater than myself

The maintenance and upkeep for just one person living in America is not easy. Between taxes, rent, student loans, cell-phone and car payments, medical insurance, self-image and style, clothing and appearance, peer-pressure and social or career status just to name a few major things, it’s difficult to keep up and sometimes even harder to keep track. In “The Land of The Free” we live completely under the burden of ourselves, a sort of slavery that is the furthest thing from freedom. We have no choice but to be forced into a system and a society that is utterly self-consumed and has to be in order to survive in it.

Oswald Chambers wrote that if a person gives in to selfishness, they will find it to be the most enslaving tyranny on earth. There’s nothing more incredible than having your perspective flipped on its head. When I first returned from Africa back in 2006, I realized with a new set of eyes that I had unknowingly lived in bondage. It was heartbreaking because I was suddenly made aware of the truth while others went about their lives completely unconscious of the slavery, having never known. Continue reading “The Burden of Self” »

The Inevitable Sadness

"I saw all those people at the bus stops in London waiting to go to work. I'd rather take my chance in Africa again than have to go to work every day by bus" - Dr. Nicholas Garrigan, 'The Last King of Scotland' by Giles Foden

“I saw all those people at the bus stops in London waiting to go to work. I’d rather take my chance in Africa again than have to go to work every day by bus” – Dr. Nicholas Garrigan, ‘The Last King of Scotland’ by Giles Foden

Our plane almost went down over the Sahara as we flew from Ghana to London. Just after the flight attendants had went through the cabin serving tea and coffee the aircraft experienced massive turbulence somewhere over Mali. Jolting up and down and from side to side we gripped our arm rests and held our breath. People all around us were gasping and spilling tea, throwing up into bags. Out of the hundreds of flights I had been on this was by far the most extreme turbulence. Outside looked like a sandstorm, the clouds rustic tinted from the massive desert below. Mark looked at me and said, “Is this the end?”  Continue reading “The Inevitable Sadness” »