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Umhlanga
Its impossible to be in Swaziland during this time of year and fail to mention the Umhlanga. The Umhlanga, or ...
I Will Never Be Able To Shake My Rear End Like That
Triza beamed at me with the pride of a fairy godmother. “You’re a real Malawian woman now,” she said, “a ...
Gettin’ Down With Nigel, My Eight-Year-Old Zimbabwean Neighbor
After three years in the dorms and one year in a house of 10 women (if you dated any of ...
Street Party
The response to the police raid on the street party in old Nicosia: have another street party. People gathering ...
Cocktails Minus the Molotov
My ears are ringing. My knee is swollen and there are small black capital letters on my right forearm ...
Travel is Like a High School Dance
by Jill Robinson with Greenheart Travel Traveling can be like attending a high school dance. There is the swell of ...
Relocation: Polis.
There are "crowds" in Cyprus; not in the sense of lots of people in one spot (ever, really); but a ...
Bohemia and Saroyan
It is this year and it is now and already the tree and rock are saying with the others who ...
Hip-Shaking Required: Dance Programs Abroad
If my study abroad program had required me to dance for academic credit, I never would have graduated. My ...
