as i think back on my time in south africa, i can look back over a myriad collection of short stories and experiences that when woven together have made my life so rich. the stories of the people here and their kindness ring most true. and this day for me was one of those. this is not my religion. i am not even of the people who are building this wondrous structure. but they let me in and led me through winding staircases that led to the very top top of the minarets. they read the arabic on the walls to me. and bestowed lovely tiles upon me to take as a reminder that i have a home there with them.
About Me
- Stacey L. Clark
- Chances are that if you are reading this, you know me already – which is excellent as the purpose of this blog is to keep you updated on life and such. In the unlikely event that we are strangers to one another – a very short history is that I am an Ohio farm girl who has recently transplanted from NYC to Africa.
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