When I See It Like An Onion
We all walk out of the grocery store with a week’s amount of groceries for sixteen people. Cross the parking lot with all the bags in hand, and load in the van. Sounds fairly normal and make sense… But while in Swaziland, that’s not fairly normal and doesn’t make sense. All eyes in that crowded parking lot are on us. Kombi bus drivers holler and want to take us in their vehicles to our destination. Children stare, and men tell us we are beautiful. Young girls try to sell us icy drinks in plastic bags.
In that moment, who am...