THE BURNT BEANS
A pool bar in Kamwala, a seven year old left in charge, and the pot of beans that exposed a secret my mother had no idea about.
Marriage, family, friendship, community.
A pool bar in Kamwala, a seven year old left in charge, and the pot of beans that exposed a secret my mother had no idea about.
The last time I sat down to write about marriage was on our second anniversary. That was four years and
The message came in on a Thursday afternoon, casual as a grocery list. She was turning a year older in
Last Sunday, Manchester United beat Liverpool. We qualified for the Champions League. I celebrated in a way that a professional
In 2021, I was on a swing with my wife at Lilayi Lodge. Laughing. Completely lost in the moment. Halfway
There is a photo I keep coming back to. A beach on the shores of Lake Tanganyika. A man on
At 75, he thought he would be resting. Not like this. He had done everything right. Three children. A banker.
No matter how beautiful a garden is in the beginning, if left unattended it will start having weeds and eventually
“Should marriage be a lifetime union or commitment?” The preacher paused as he looked intently at the soon to be
“In the next 100 years none of us in this meeting will be here. But we don’t want to think