by phil September 15, 2012 Cote D'IvoireWhile waiting for a customs agent to come to an agreement with a man that had many jerry cans of palm oil on our minibus, we stood in the road and listened to Chéché Dramé on my girlfriend’s cellphone. Trucks and busses tore past, slaloming around potholes, teetering on their tires. Farmers and villagers rode [...]
Keep Reading → by phil June 7, 2012 StoriesIn Timbuktu with a piece of camel cheese in my mouth “Home” is difficult for me to define. For the moment, I consider “home” to be places where people know my name. Thinking about that today, I realized that not only do I have more than one home, I have more than one name: Mohamed [...]
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