Jenny in Botswana

In the vein of Natasha Bedingfield..."These words are my own.. from my heart flow... I love you I love you i love you I LOVE YOU..." And do not in any way reflect the policies, standards, ect of the Peace Corps or United States Government...

Monday, June 7, 2010

Just touched down in Londontown....

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As the plane landed in London, all of my African melancholy faded away and I was excited to see my old stomping grounds. I made my way throu...

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Out of Africa

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The sun rises over the horizon from the plane. A new day. The first out of Africa I sit on the plane about to leave Egypt. I’ve only been he...

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

To South Africa: A sincere good luck....

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As I crossed the border from Botswana to South Africa, a feat that took no less than an hour and a half, standing in a long line in weather ...

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Seronga Village: Joy Division

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The fierce Seronga militia, ready to defend the humble hamlet in any battle.... (The title for this blog entry comes from the movie “Control...

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

End of Days

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These last days in Seronga are spent like pocket change deposited in the piggy bank of my memory, seemingly small, insignificant additions t...

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Walls come down....

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In which it ends as it began…. In tears. On my first nights in Seronga I walked around my hut, hairless and confused, scared of every shadow...

"How Can I Help You, To Say Goodbye?"

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~Patty Loveless Lately it feels I’ve performed a bit of a nasty trick on this village I’ve come to love. I came here and pushed and shoved a...

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