I’ve never been a big shopper, and my inclination to shop has dropped even lower since I left the United States. But I do enjoy one type of shopping in Africa: craft-shopping. Especially craft-shopping in Swaziland.
Beauty, Poverty, and Joy Under the Baking Swazi Sun
Last week I went to Swaziland for a freelance assignment. The assignment was with Samaritan’s Purse UK, a charitable organization that does disaster relief and community development projects around the world. I went to Swaziland to take photos and write stories about the work Samaritan’s Purse is doing in a remote mountain community called Kaphunga.
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Land Rover on a Swazi Mountaintop
The day after Jon’s funeral, I said I wasn’t going to write about his death on my blog anymore.
That was crazy talk. I currently think about Jon for about 58 of every 60 minutes. How could I stop writing about him now?
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Joe
Joe died yesterday.
His real name was Jon. He was a gifted photographer. He was sensitive, intelligent, opinionated, and loyal. He had green-gold eyes and a mischievous smile. He was my best friend. We loved each other as much as two people are capable of loving. I can’t fathom a world without him in it.