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This Moment in Time will Never Come Again

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The Guilty Observers Rumors started flying around about a marshal law lockdown, then possibly barricading off the informal settlements where I work, and maybe even evicting foreigners from the country. So here I am in South Africa with a looming feeling of panic starting to come over me. I'm sitting down to write this story and have no idea where it should start…but have a very clear idea about the ending because I’m living in it. It is January 2020 and even from early on it was very clear from day one that my time here was not going to go as planned.  Even though I’m from Nova Scotia, Canada, I also work half the year in one of the many informal township settlements in the Western Cape region of South Africa called Thembalethu. One of my first days of work I was driving on my own into the township. Out of nowhere a massive bull stormed full force over a hwy gate and landed directly in front of my moving car on the turn-off. It easily could have flattened my...

Picking Up Trash... In Dresses.

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Sun, Sea, Sky and Rubbish  (lots of rubbish)  in Sri Lanka. The other day  D elogina  a 10 year old  girl  f rom the children ’ s home   comes to my door.  She sits down in front of me and  points at her wounded foot .  I see a cut slash ed into the middle arch.  "Ouch ” I said. I went inside and pulled out one of the  many tr u sty Project COLORS 1 st  aid kits and dress her wound. I think back to South Africa and how  I’ve encountered this same scene countless  times  before.  Wherever  in the world I go, children se e m to have a 6 th  sense   to know  that I must be a walking pharmacy  , as they are always quick t o show me any cut, bruise, fungu s or lice they have.  Oddly enough ,  I generally have some quick fix solution at hand, not sure if that’s lucky for me or for them. I look at  Delogina’s  foot  again and say  “ How did this happen ”?...