It is a beautiful morning here in Lusanja. The rainy season has quietly returned. The kind of rain that doesn’t rush, but lingers—soft and steady, like it’s reminding us to slow down too. The earth is damp and rich. The red dust has settled into deep clay, and the banana leaves glisten like they’ve been […]

It’s Easter morning. The dogs are lying on the veranda, half-asleep, their tails flicking now and then as the cool breeze brushes past. The sky is a quiet grey, and I can see the rain coming down the hillside in the distance—soft and slow, like a promise on its way. It’s not sunny. Not bright.