I found myself alone with twin boys, as their father raged in pursuit of a stranger. What could I say?
Tag: Bike
This wild-eyed guy locked eyes with me and put himself on a collision course.
A Malagasy word is giving me PTSD flashbacks, because it sounds too much like word I learned to hate in Cameroon.
Enjoy these songs – all earworms that are triggered repeatedly by my life in Madagascar since I arrived.
If that Whizzer could only talk…