Linnea Ashley on November 29th, 2010

Jeganda isn’t the brightest bird in the nest. When TQ, my roommate, brought her home we blamed it on the traumatic ride. After all, she’d been hung upside-down by her legs on the back of a bicycle. You can imagine she’d be a little off kilter. We tied her to our mango tree in the […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 20th, 2010

The air is thick with the ash of trash fires and old engine emissions. It is like breathing gravy and my lungs stretch themselves to capacity to keep me conscious. Walking up the hill to mulago hospital’s other entrance, because the guard wouldn’t let me through the gate, my backpack pulling each step back a […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 20th, 2010

It is extortion. Beyond amoral, it is cruel. It is inhuman…not inhumane but actually absent of all humanity. The hospital TeaQueen took our friend to on Monday was holding him hostage with an ever rising ransom disguised as a hospital bill. IHK is known as the best hospital in Uganda. When Shoes and T were […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 17th, 2010

They were staring. Crowding and staring. When J was finally able to move from where he stood vigil over his cousin’s body, his view obstructed by a set of swinging doors and multiple rows of beds with people languishing in various degrees of care or lack thereof, he was crowded and people stared. Unseeing – […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 11th, 2010

Two years living in rural South Africa, where the lucky pulled their water from a bore hole and the unlucky walked miles away to gather theirs from a questionable open source, I began to realize the luxury of potable water. And as my eyes and my habits adjusted to village life, I began to understand […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 9th, 2010

I was returned to my college days, my peace corps ones. returned to the joy that a tiny slip of paper in my mailbox can conjure. Yesterday I got a package from my parents. And the timing couldn’t have been more perfect, a day more in need of pepping. I almost didn’t trudge down to […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 6th, 2010

in my south african village, so many years ago the fortunate pumped their water from private bore holes (deep wells) – the public one in the center of the village long broken. the less fortunate walked miles to a questionable open source. one ran clear and tasted like no other water i’ve ever had (filtered […]

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Linnea Ashley on November 2nd, 2010

Places sink into me, routines form around my actions like crust on freshly baking bread. Walking through the moist darkness after an evening deluge, the stars obscured by lingering clouds and the smell of sorghum home-brew floating headily in the air, I adjusted my eyes do the darkness and dodged puddles in the ruts of […]

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