The sun glinted down through the treetops as the small motorcycle rumbled to a stop in front of Tokoin College & Lyceé, a public middle and high school in Lomé. I…

Africa has a particular smell. There’s the musky hint of woodsmoke from cooking fires, the ricocheting fragrance of damp breezes meeting red earth, an enticing blend of grilled meat and…

I’ve been waking up in Togo for one month now. I never intended for my first post on this blog to be so delayed, but this job has already been…