Before our trip to Nayngezi in 2008 I had very romantic ideas about what it would be like to “help” the people of Africa.  I understood the major differences between the regions and I knew I wasn’t going on safari.  I realized there would be no birthing in huts and that despite what you see on television, most people would be dressed rather similar to me. Yet I still had an innocence about what I would encounter. Returning home from that trip I realized something had ripped inside me. To see the poverty, experience the extortion, come face to face with the abuse of the women, feelingRead More →