First, a story: Kajiah’s island had no dirt. Water? Sunshine? People? Yes. But no dirt. And, subsequently, no plants, no food chain, and few insects or animals. You may not want to live there, but Kajiah loved it. An elaborate economy formed around her community. In general, everyone knew them as an island that prospered
Read More2008 – I met a twelve-year-old, front-tooth missing, phonily happy teenage girl who ripped the heart right out of my chest. But in its place, God put His heart for her. And so she became “umntfwana wami” (my child) ever since. 2009 – I returned to Swazi to find “my child,” was nowhere to be found. “You
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