Some Nights The Sky Wept

My Teeth Became Sour As I Listened To His Story. It Was Then That I Understood Why He Was Quiet All The Time.

One Of The Unsettling Things About My Journey, Mentally, Physically, And Emotionally, Was That I Wasn’t Sure When Or Where It Was Going To End.

I Grew Up In Sierra Leone, In A Small Village Where As A Boy My Imagination Was Sparked By The Oral Tradition Of Storytelling. At A Very Young Age I Learned The Importance Of Telling Stories - I Saw That Stories Are The Most Potent Way Of Seeing Anything We Encounter In Our Lives, And How We Can Deal With Living.

We Must Strive To Be Like The Moon

As A Kid In Africa, You Were So Connected To Nature Itself Because You Went Farming, Watched The Moon Out At Night, Observed How The Sky Was Different, And How The Birds Chanted Different Songs In The Evening And The Morning.