RIP Tata Mandela. Taken outside Nelson Mandela’s home in Houghton, Johannesburg RIP Tata Mandela. Taken outside Nelson Mandela’s home in Houghton, Johannesburg RIP Tata Mandela. Taken outside Nelson Mandela’s home in Houghton, Johannesburg

RIP Tata Mandela. Taken outside Nelson Mandela’s home in Houghton, Johannesburg

Just dawned on me that this time last year I was in Agra, witnessing the Taj for the first time…strange how it feels like a lifetime ago now.

It seems we are bound as children of the wanderlust, to keep moving, driven by an insatiable appetite for expansion…all the while forgetting that we leave pieces of ourselves behind. And when we finally stop and look back on it all, we find that we are as scattered and expansive as the earth we so desperately move through.

Found a fresh take on McDs in Cape Maclear in Mangochi, Malawi…

“There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest; Their’s is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.”
― Robert W. Service

Village Diaries: Everyday Life

On the way to school, running home from the market and herding cattle in Lilongwe, Malawi Village Diaries: Everyday Life

On the way to school, running home from the market and herding cattle in Lilongwe, Malawi Village Diaries: Everyday Life

On the way to school, running home from the market and herding cattle in Lilongwe, Malawi

Village Diaries: Everyday Life

On the way to school, running home from the market and herding cattle in Lilongwe, Malawi

I have a renewed respect for Tea after visiting Satemwa tea estate in Southern Malawi this weekend. Green and lush perfection embodied in the seemingly never ending rolling hills of Thyolo mountain. I have a renewed respect for Tea after visiting Satemwa tea estate in Southern Malawi this weekend. Green and lush perfection embodied in the seemingly never ending rolling hills of Thyolo mountain. I have a renewed respect for Tea after visiting Satemwa tea estate in Southern Malawi this weekend. Green and lush perfection embodied in the seemingly never ending rolling hills of Thyolo mountain. I have a renewed respect for Tea after visiting Satemwa tea estate in Southern Malawi this weekend. Green and lush perfection embodied in the seemingly never ending rolling hills of Thyolo mountain. I have a renewed respect for Tea after visiting Satemwa tea estate in Southern Malawi this weekend. Green and lush perfection embodied in the seemingly never ending rolling hills of Thyolo mountain.

I have a renewed respect for Tea after visiting Satemwa tea estate in Southern Malawi this weekend. Green and lush perfection embodied in the seemingly never ending rolling hills of Thyolo mountain.

Free Hugs in Johannesburg, South Africa (by Nthabiseng Mosia)

Few things are more beautiful than watching simple hands mould and shape clay

“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
― Kahlil Gibran”