last night i had a dream that I was back in the states. everyone around me was white. and i was confused. i kept asking myself, who are all these tubaabs? what are they doing here? what is going on? then i realized i was back in America, and i was grieving because of it….

i have been witness a grand melange of emotions since i last posted. for the most part, i am experiencing this bizarre feeling that strangely resembles non-existence. in wolof, being asked how you are, the response is “mangi fi rekk” or “i am here only” and i find that this suits me very well. it…

being that all my recent blogs have erred on the side of pessimism, and that i have spent three days in misery- sick as a dog who has an intestinal infection, i wanted to share an excerpt from my journal that i wrote on the fifth of july. and i quote: “i have had so…

“my restless heart which nothing finite can satisfy” this morning, as i read through a prayer that someone very wise had written, i read this line and was immediately reminded of my own heart. i have recognized for years that there is nothing finite, nothing mortal, nothing visible, tangible, touchable, that can satisfy my heart…