A Refugee’s Story
She sits across from me, legs stretched out on the floor with her chitenji tucked underneath her. The lines on her face are smooth, ebony, but there is a heaviness in her eyes as they[…]
Read moreShe sits across from me, legs stretched out on the floor with her chitenji tucked underneath her. The lines on her face are smooth, ebony, but there is a heaviness in her eyes as they[…]
Read moreWhen asked to describe what our life is like here in Malawi, I am torn between hyperbolizing and normalizing what we experience on a daily basis. I cannot explain how it is here, only how it[…]
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