"The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life."

- William Morris, The Wood Beyond the World


(From left to to bottom.)

A car made of wire drives down the dirt path in our village-

My brother, the happiest I have ever seen him. 

A cat, named lion, yawns as I snap his photo-

My friend Austin’s closest companion.

Intricacies of a spiral aloe sit symmetrically outside the priests home-

The national plant to Lesotho.

Socks hung on a clothes line shine gold in the morning sun-

My lens flares its light.

I see the shiny shoes of a young school girl-

Not tattered like her best friends.

The heads of our Christmas dinner lie bloody on the ground in front of me-

One flew off after four spins. 

Canned food lines the shelf in my local shop-

I am trapped inside hiding from a threatening hail storm.

My best friend, Retsilisitsoe, speaks into the mic at Motjoli FM-

Her confident demeanor while presenting impresses me.

Blankets are wrapped around close friends-

It is the day we swear in as Peace Corps Volunteers.

I stare at the center of a dead sunflower-

It is the only plant that survived the drought in my garden. 

Edward sells Seshoeshoe designed Bow-Ties-

He just told me he will be co-hosting Lesotho Fashion Week.

The Lesotho and US flag is pinned on a traditional blanket-

Symboling partnership.

I watch the peach trees blossom-

The town is brightly painted pink.

A self-expressionistic heard boy displays his beaded necklace - 

He is proud of the design he created.

The eye of a determined horse looks at me-

I see that it is ready to race in the annual horse races.

The blanket of M’e Mapiele drapes over her pants-

She greets me, always wearing the same blanket.

I enjoy a cup of coffee and my current reading affair-


Geometrically budding cabbage leaves are soaked from rain-

Our garden is finally growing. 

The hand of a herd boy grasps his ‘malamu’

Which directly translate to walking stick, but in slang..also means penis. 

I capture evidence of the monstrous hail storm-  

A sign that an unusually early and bitterly cold winter is near.

I notice maroon and yellow on the school uniforms where I teach a health club-

These colors followed me from my university to here.

I find my reflection in a broken mirror-

Hanging upside down I look at myself. 

There is rain on the window of my hut looking toward my neighbors-

We have had a week of rain every afternoon.

The maize grows to its full height-

I am waking up with the sun every day for three months now.

Clouds move swiftly across the sky-

Blue and white.

I learn that the design of the blanket that ornaments my bed is that of a dangerous gang-

No one told me this when I bought it. 

Leseli moves the buttons on our station control center-

Sesotho music blares through the speakers.

Wild green plants fill my lawn-

When I arrived I only found dirt.

The colors of sunset amaze me-

It’s the night of my birthday

I glance at the dreamcatcher my mom and I bought on a navajo reservation 6 years ago when I first left for college-

I will never leave home without this.

My dear friend, Jessica, sent me a care package-

It is the most beautiful chocolate I have ever seen. 

Bright, big apples grow on our trees-

It just rained, again.

I position my camera to focus on the view from my doorstep on broken glass-

Austin’s mirror just fell down and shattered. 

Fly paper saves my sanity-

It is the biggest massacre Rondeval Weasley has ever seen.

I put down my beer and throw the dart-

I do not hit the bullseye.

Clouds reflect in a rain puddle-

They tell me how I feel.

My last fully alive sunflower in my garden-

I hope it makes it longer.

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