Jino lako nani?” I asked in broken Swahili. There was a whole circle of kids at my feet, but they all looked up at me with blank stares. They didn’t understand. Ok. This isn’t working very well, I thought to myself.  I was trying to ask them their names, but either they were too shy… Continue reading My Name, is Priska

“Mzungu! Mzungu! Mzungu!” The little boy’s pointer finger stuck straight at our truck as he walked along the opposite side of the road with the other hand held tightly by his mama. He had the biggest grin spread across his face and his whole head was turned in our direction, those big brown eyes staring… Continue reading Mzungu in Tanzania