Sundays in Dakar

Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip the horses’ hooves made echoing noises on the pavement as the thin man with his tired nag … More

Africa is born within you

I’m going inside. The cold means an internal and an external “turning within” – to fire and hearth, to bundles … More

Running Water

When the water don’t flow the day feels incomplete. I walk around my single room flat with the incense I … More

Knock knock

When you work for an African NGO in a small town where all of your colleagues are your only social … More