Louise Bostock
This sight is unusual, insightful and well-written. As a westerner who has lived in Africa, I know how much grit it takes to stay positive and keep everything in perspective. Good one!
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Holli's Ramblings
http://www.hollisramblings.blogspot.com
My cheek is smudged with red clay.
African soil keeps me grounded, dirty, alive. Gives me perspective and cause for alarm. Dusty, wet, preoccupied by irony and deceit, beauty and angst, the fragile and the strong.
Beads of sweat trickle down my spine over time and through the valleys of this continent
for over a decade.
I could escape it but only tangibly.
The unmistakable pattern of living this life in this place is a tattoo etched on my psyche, coarsing through my veins. Forever.
Recent Posts
40 begins with life...
I woke up this morning pretty much like any other. The alarm sounds, we hit snooze for 10 minutes, cherishing every last second of cuddliness before the second alarm, and then the forcing of the feet to hit the floor, stumbling crusty eyed into the w...
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When I moved to Ghana all those years ago, I had to leave behind all my Western consumerist obsessions – Diet Coke, Kraft Dinner, chocolate bars - even boxed breakfast cereals for my little boy were things of another world. Firstly, they weren’t ...
Toilet Politics, Oil and the Malibu Mansion
I was going to write the other day, on World Toilet Day – which was on Thursday. Not because I wanted to highlight the sad reality that a vast number of people on the continent where I live have no access to proper sanitation, including toilets…I...
Death to Uncle Ben!
I make a mean chili (con carne). It’s true (ok, people tell me it’s true so I choose to believe them). And the amazing thing about this fact is that it’s one of the only things I can cook. Well. My culinary skills are quite limited. You’re ab...
Walk in - Roll Out. Houston hosts Holli
I landed in Houston for the second time in my life. The weather was gorgeous. Nothing else was…I witnessed mile after strip mall infested mile to the hotel, to town, to the airport, and in between, I witnessed these: - FLAT. F. L. A. T. - A speed b...
The Modern Mission
In a random European Airport, under the harsh lights, at some ungodly hour, somewhere between the comfort of home and the great unknown, a group are huddled together for reassurance, uniform in cotton t-shirts, with big eyes and sturdy backpacks from...
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Posted: January 29th, 2009 | More Reviews From MomZombie | Report This Comment