Moving art across east African boaders…

As I was leaving class last night rushing to catch up on a salsa class with a couple of friends, the smell of nicely aged red wine was beckoning through the evening breeze right outside the salsa venue. Some slow jazz music could be heard in the background. As I stood there, my heart was……

DEAR MR PRESIDENT

I want peace; they say there can be no peace without war? I used to say visit Kenya. I don’t know your face I don’t know your color. I don’t care what region you come from but I know I elect you for a reason. I believe in you I have confidence that you will……

Dear Mom

The last 23 hours have been the toughest hours of my life since the last time i saw you. My face has turned pale from the tears I have been holding in trying not to soil my writing materials. Im torn between writing this letter because im not even sure if you will ever read…