Journeys way off the beaten path, and the power of everyday people.

I dub thee, Monkeys World

Lydiah, Wesley and the rest of the Songoli/Jiveti household gave me the honor and responsibility of naming their farm cat — a sort of cranky-faced-looking feline who was super friendly and will eat anything and I mean anything like bread and avocad…

I was well taken care of!

I spent the last 12 days in rural western Kenya with these guys, as I did something I have always dreamed of: I helped to document the changing culture and language of a tribal community. Linguists Michael Marlo and Michael Diercks, both professo…

Sunday afternoon at my house

Playing soccer with a ball made of tightly wound nets, outside Lydiah and Hardley's house. — Cheptulu, Kenya [https://www.google.com/maps/place/Cheptulu,+Kenya/@0.1276141,34.8612232,17z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m2!3m1!1s0x178012acc1065825:0x584c7f5135d2…

Slaughterhouse at 6

Sometimes I wonder why I'm exhausted. Then I think of a day. Today I got up at 6 and visited a traditional slaughterhouse and butchery, done by 9 a.m. Remote areas kill animals and immediately butcher and sell... In hours. As far as death goes,…

All is new.

today i rode on the back of a motorbike on a road in the country and would like to have enjoyed it more, if it were not for the voices in my head reminded me of all the road accidents here, and how no one drives at dark it's so dangerous ... but…

Ugali cooking lesson

Unless you’ve eaten ugali, you have not eaten. This, Lydia says, is what most Kenyans feel when it comes to their staple of maize flour cooked with boiling water into a thick cake. Lydia teaching me: Most times, that means a portion sliced into…