"BaTaata, I'm trying to think of how to make people understand, people like me where I came from, that we need to be responsible. That we need to make big changes, political changes."
For today, A simple question or two: When you picture a farmer Like my baTaata A lanky, hair-turning-frosty-aged man named Stern In rural Zambia With a sunsweat-streaked brow Making bales of feed By stomping cowpeas Into a pit he dug, When you picture such a farmer How do you imagine The tune he is humming? … Continue reading When you picture a farmer
I started playing with words while studying vocab today and accidentally wrote my first poem in Tonga. It's probably chock full of grammatical errors but I'll just claim poetic license. Unfortunately I can't figure out how to insert audio I recorded, but here's Tonga text, followed by rough English translation: Cilotoyota Ndalikulota kuti ndalikuyota … Continue reading A compost fever dream
Just think: there are people out there in this world who you would love with your whole heart, and you both dont even know it. And somewhere on this Earth there is a tree growing bearing fruits you've never even imagined, whose flavors you wouldn't have dreamed. Remember this mere existence, for there lies magic. And if you should ever get to meet such people, or taste such fruits, I can tell you: there's nothing luckier.