

Things We Lost in the Fire
I mourn all the things we lost in the fire. So much that that can never be recovered. And centuries later, it feels like a generation is still trying to pick up some of those pieces, standing on the shoulders of giants, trying to reclaim what once seemed irretrievably lost.


For My Son, For Myself: Why Ghana Is Calling Me Back
Home is calling, and I am extremely inclined to respond. Even if it’s just for a short while.







































