Category: The View from Rubona
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November 2018 – Positivity
I stop reaching and turn to face her. Rarely does life electrocute you through the iris, does it place something so good and real within your grasp. I don’t need to reach anymore. What I want is in front of me. The hair on my neck stands up in a salute.
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October 2018 – Reposition
Spit in palm, the men grab their metal poles and jam them in the minuscule gap between boulder and earthy floor with extreme precision.
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September 2018 – Anniversary
Even us mzungu are occasionally gifted with the curious, hesitant brush of fingers on arm hair while trying to recover from a weekend with a nap in the sun. Back in America, that kind of thing would have freaked me out. In Rwanda, I’ve learned to love it.
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July 2018 – Impressions, I
Concurrent motion: men in formless brown rags wheel dirt and waste between areas of activity with bare feet landing on rusted nails and broken glass, unflinching.
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