I discovered early on how difficult it might be procuring additional western-style clothing for someone of my bulk. I was surprised, and a little embarrassed, and Arimiyaw got one of his first chan.

4 months in Zambia, learning the basics of connecting farmers to seeds. Motivation can take you anywhere you want. Motivation is proverbial fuel in the tank. But I gather from Mark Ware.

Social Enterprises- Impact, Change and Failures. Social Enterprises- Impact, Change and Failures. Six months in Cape Town, South Africa. Reconceptualizing food security with the metropolis in mind.

You cannot pick up a pebble with one finger Malawi Proverb. For longtime followers of this blog this announcement will come as little surprise as I have not been nearly as prolific in my posts as I was in 2011. All the same i would like to officially announce that I will no longer be adding new posts on this blog. The reasons for this are varied. I bid everyone a fond farewell but not goodbye. I came across an interesting story in the news paper yesterday.

In the turmoil of the Arab Spring, Gadaffi brutally put down protests, prompting an intervention by the West, backed by the Arab League, first in the form of a no-fly-zone, then dropping guns and training on-masse into the hands of rebels. Gadaffi was overthrown and we washed our hands of it a successful intervention, one less dictator in the world. We also know how troublesome fail.

Life as an ewb jf in zambia. I arrived back in Mpongwe Wednesday to lend support to all of the agents here that are involved with the prepaid vouchers. My friend Cholwe holding the flyer I designed.

Just another EWB JF in Zambia. I think of moments where I have truly felt happy and comfortable. Eating breakfast with my host mom in Mkushi while she teaches me Bemba. Playing games with my hosts sisters on a Sunday afternoon in the dirt. Having a flat tire after an hour of drivin.

Stories from a summer in the Warm Heart of Africa. And as the bus drives out of town, you take one last look back and a summer of memories overwhelms your mind. The Human, the Orchid and the Octopus. The Dark of the Matinee. You look around at the wooden shack with .

If somebody ever tells you that there is something better than little feet running after your bicycle so that little hands can pull the hair from your legs, you are talking to a liar my friend.

So full of love and full of longing. And now far too soon I have to go. Your smile has expanded my heart,. Never is a really long time,. But the world is a really big place.