My grandmother was a deeply spiritual woman, and chose to take her own life rather than live the life white rule in Africa offered her. It must have seemed to her like no life at all.

But five years later, I knew this was my journey. I applied to the program, was accepted and assigned to Ethiopia.

I heard once that rhythm is a harmonious sequence or correlation of colors or elements. I wanted to find this balance of harmony, my own rhythm, where many things become one.

I wanted to be indifferent…To the false faith that is fostered in one who shakes hands, and kisses babies, and tells people what they want to hear, in order to receive what he wants.

The “baby making hips” weren’t “baby holding hips”, and I was baffled. How could hips so wide lie?