When I was ten years old, I met a woman dying of breast cancer. She was so poor and malnourished that doctors said they could not operate on her to save her life. They sent her home to die.
2010 VOF Week 2
I vew my life as an ecclectic collection of miracles in the mix with much beauty but also the wear and tear of daily life.
World Pulse is a media enterprise covering global issues through the eyes of women.
My personal journey has been strewn with numerous hurdles, moments of joy and sadness, long periods of loneliness and struggle.
It has been a blessed year. January began with me basking in the glory of service. At that time, nothing felt quite as alive as being a propagator of social justice in the grassroots level.
PulseWire was presented to me through a contact on Desiree Alliance's listserve. I thought it might be interesting, fun, and educational.
“What can I say? What do I know?” These are words that my grandmother said often, even if what she had to say had to do with her life and things that she would know more about than anyone else.
I thought I met you Yesterday, wearing a pair of fleecy blue gloves an upturned coat and a downturned smile; You whispered a song or sermon to yourself as you walked down
I never got up one morning to decide that I am a journalist. I think I have followed a path intended to advance.
I first became aware of World Pulse or the Pulse Wire publication when I was working in northern Uganda for UNICEF with young people from the Girls Education Movement (GEM).