Places have a way of blossoming open right as one is about to leave them. Three days before I am to depart Nairobi it has revealed itself to me in the glory of a thorny rose.
[caption id=”attachment_1539" align=”aligncenter” width=”300" caption=”A mother sweeping the streets, killed in Mogadishu by Al Shabaab.”]
Sent to me by Mark, it is very beautiful and mesmerizing.
Is it representative of Malian culture? Respectful? Nativist? Are we watching as a participant or an observer?
What does an American notice as we watch? What would a Malian notice? Either way it is…
I have asked some friends of mine from the Dadaab and Ifo camps to to write guest posts on my blog about their lives and experiences in the camps. This post is from Liban Rashid, a young Somali man who came to Dadaab as a child about 18 years ago and…
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After editing a film in Dadaab, I spent two and a half weeks teaching film as part of FilmAid’s Participatory Video Project. Ordinarily the PVP curriculum consists of individual units focused on different aspects of filmmaking, to form about a…
I feel that our generation is destined to gain the world but lose our own soul. We will have perfect vision, perfect hearing, perfect lifespan as the world falls to ruin at our feet.
[caption id=”attachment_1519" align=”aligncenter” width=”300" caption=”Hes got shining teeth, he has decorated them, they said in Somali, staring as I sat in the back of the truck.”]