home is a place.

A red­dish brown road, sur­round­ed by bush­es with pur­ple flow­ers. Below in the val­ley, the reed and rice fields slow­ly wind upwards to the hills. There in the dis­tance the lavaka’s, big ero­sion gul­lies, flame red. Near­by there are some banana trees and a row of palm trees. A lit­tle boy is herd­ing his geese. …

A heart as loud as lions

Yes­ter­day was the birth­day of Chin­ua Achebe, a writer who died ear­li­er this year. In Gilling­ham we were just read­ing a book of his with the book club in the week of his decease. Today a pic­ture to com­mem­o­rate this lit­er­ary hero. The pub­li­ca­tion of Achebe’s book Things Fall Apart was a break­through in lit­er­a­ture, because …

Autumn leaves

The chang­ing sea­sons are a won­der­ful part of being in Hol­land. At the moment, the autumn is mak­ing its pres­ence very clear. It treat­ed us this week to the end­ing of day sav­ing time, the first kruid­noten and an enor­mous grape har­vest! In Zwolle, it was not only autumn leaves that fell from the trees, …

Nothing but the truth

It is a sun­ny day and I am stand­ing at the park­ing lot in front of the court in Nanyu­ki. Through the open door I see Fred­dy in the wit­ness stand. He ges­tures wild­ly and cuts through the air with an imag­i­nary pan­ga. A police offi­cer keeps me com­pa­ny. He real­izes that his lunch is …

A little garden

One of the most beau­ti­ful per­sons that Vic­tor Hugo describes in his book Les Mis­érables, is the Bish­op of Digne. This man spends his whole salary on the poor and the ill, and treats every per­son with­out prej­u­dice. The fol­low­ing pas­sage describes how every night he spends some hours in his gar­den before going to bed. …

The great little man

On Sep­tem­ber 21, the inter­na­tion­al day of peace, ter­ror­ists killed dozens of civil­ians in a shop­ping mall, includ­ing chil­dren and preg­nant women. Most vio­lence in the world is no longer in the news. Drugs mur­ders in Mex­i­co, gueril­la wars in Con­go. Vio­lence always moves in cir­cles. After the attack in Nairo­bi, the dan­ger is that …