It was a day in the village of Mecoripo—a village in the district of Namuno in Mozambique's southwest region of Cabo Delgado—an ordinary...

In 1992 the road from the city of Tete to the town of Chitima—located in Cabora Bassa district (as previously known under colonial times)...

They entered into the circle in the same way as the Ndhokodo group—in groups of two. But this time there was a man on the drums, two...

It was the eighth time she had passed by my red, earthen home, her bucket filled with that discolored water which innocently flowed...

Everyday the wind whistles through the lives of children and elders who walk the city streets of Maputo. And on this one day, not long...

There was no light And in the darkness Your spirit tried to soar I heard it Through your fingers You started And then you stopped One,...

I've come to listen to the rustling of the palms High up the coconut tree I've come to listen to them talk With a hope to hear your voice...

To catch identity— and frame it on a wall, then move through time listening closely for new calls. To wander forward— with different...

The knots in the wood tell tales left unsaid— of living a life that follows the bends, while feeding the earth it continually tends. It...

Leave me by the breezy door, the barking dog, the turning waves clinging to the ocean's floor, and crickets singing and distant calls, as...

Each day, he would show up at our office—optimistically tucked away in a corner of Mozambique's capital, Maputo. We invited him to dream,...

If all the world was blind, would we finally see? Would we all just be? Would there be a different peace? And in this darkness, where the...

In solitude I do sit, in the cool of a summer breeze as the wind gently carries the trees and my thoughts gently carry me to places where...

It was 1999 when we arrived on the day—our first day—with dreams of plenty and hearts full open. The wood carver was there—an old man who...

Only the moon lay in the sky and a few hours lay between our goodbye. I have met your soul and you mine but many words we have yet to...

She was there when I got on the train. Her short, cropped, black hair held in place by a long but wide strip of cloth which rested across...

It was time to go, I peeled away, walked down the steps and you faded to grey. Into the day—I went, lit by the fires of the night,...

I travel back in time with feet in one place to find meaning in those that I passed—seen and unseen. Some have not—and some know not—the...

It's Sunday in the village of Maphiri, located just outside of Angonia's district capital, Vila Ulónguè, in the northwestern province of...

And in the hue of a night, the drum played —it played from its resting place, upon the soul of my simple, seeking self. And in the light...

Ancient and sentient, they stay, and sit beside us These echos of wisdom and knowing—exhale deeply from the ancestral trees standing...

Abilio Lovane lived in the small village of Mpadwe on the outskirts of the city of Tete. On the day I met him, he was to play his...

There I was with the blue of indigo, copper wire woven to perfection, and the Niger River's winding bed in the distance, in the Malian...

The bird arrives—just at the right time alone but full, as the murmurs of the earth urges— this way, that way. You, unknowing, standing...