Returned today from Northern Sweden with my parents where we took what I’m now dubbing our “Arctic Road Trip”. Activities enjoyed included jumping at the Arctic circle, taking a moose farm detour, visiting the summer stuga (cottage), riding in a dinghy, eating surströmming, hiking, checking out Storforsen, trying all forms of lax (salmon), floating (yes!) in a Falu red cottage in the middle of a pristine lake, and lots more.
Finally back from a whirlwind trip to Egypt that saw us crisscrossing the desert by bike and jeep as well as sailing the Red Sea and cruising the Nile…
While in the village of Ibeju-Lekki (Nigeria) doing some outreach work, I stumbled upon the scene below of two little boys scuffling in a school yard…
Through loudspeakers connected to a van, a heavily synthesized voice belts out “Back to Sender, O! Back to Sender!”…
I’ve uploaded a couple more photographs (under Set II) for you to check out.
I felt uncomfortable watching her writhe in pain, wailing. Other village women tried consoling her, but her screams were deafening. From what I could gather, she’d lost a loved one and her wails were a mixture of grief and regret. Regret that she’d failed them in so many ways. My heart was breaking…