This is where I share the amazing, funny, unbelievable at times,
African life stories I hear on my travels.
Little stories and big stories we miss out on all the time when we don’t stop to listen…
The story about the Barabaig tribe “shuka” stand, and the mama that runs it. Her spot is the meeting place for the tribe’s women, gathering from all around for market-day. And here’s what happened…
Around East Africa, I’ve met many young people who make their living by creating for the souvenir industry, out of them, I occasionally meet artists. Baraka is just that, an artist in his soul.
Paulo, who sells traditional Maasai medicine door to door, came to our neighborhood the other morning.
Well first, the name was given to his father. And here’s the full inconceivable story of all that transpired one fateful night on the slopes of the Kilimanjaro…
