4 songs for Somalia
Words cannot express the anger and sadness we feel. We send thoughts of comfort and peace to the people of Somalia.
Words cannot express the anger and sadness we feel. We send thoughts of comfort and peace to the people of Somalia.
And there in front of me is the Queen of Katwe herself. I am holding my camera just below my eyes and staring at her. Then staring at her coach, next to her, Robert Katende. I cannot believe that I am standing here with them…
It is 15 minutes before the boarding gate closes. The security personnel have decided that they want to manually check one of our bags. “Our boarding gate closes in 15 minutes,” I say to the woman who is lackadaisically waiting for the bag to come through…
Travelling can be very expensive. However, on the lower end, it is also much cheaper than many people think it is. We’re lucky in that we both have had lots of opportunities to travel because of our work and education, but we’ve also figured out…
One thing that’s consistent as I travel around the world is my need for a strong cup of really good coffee – before 9am. Some (like Fungai!) have called me a “coffee snob.” Perhaps. All I know is that I love it and I am…
The last time I was at the Whitney Museum of American Art was eighteen months ago, when Fungai, Nips and I visited on the recommendation of our fabulous war-photographer friend, Anastasia Taylor-Lind.
We’ve just arrived at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport and cleared immigration, Verity, Nips and I. Nips is one day younger than two.
When I’m feeling super stressed out from work or life or whatever, I put my mind back to our one night at Banana Farmhouse in Banana Hill, outside Nairobi. The night of our Nips’ second birthday. The night after a 4-flight trip from Cape Town…
This is perhaps my most favourite spot in the whole world. About 30kms outside Harare, Zimbabwe, an enormous granite rock (“dombo” in Shona means rock) seems to grow out of the ground.
It was one of those trips during which I frequently found myself thinking, “Thank goodness my mother doesn’t know I’m doing this.”
Whenever anyone asks me where they should go to eat in New York City, I tell them to skip NYC and get on over to Madiba in Brooklyn! I. Really. Love. Madiba!!! Whenever I’ve had longer period of living in the United States, I find…
It was early evening in July and I was driving from Nyanga, a township on the outskirts of Cape Town, back to my mother-in-law’s house in Fish Hoek. As I cruised down Baden Powell Drive, which runs along part of False Bay, with the ocean…