Liz Ortiz

I was walking home from a meeting when I heard a “hello!” from behind a bush. I looked behind the bush to find one of the MKs sitting with some random gears from a motorbike, so I asked her what she was doing. “I'm trying to make something with parts from my brother’s bike, but I'm not sure what yet. Are you here to see my mom? She's inside.” I thanked her, and after chatting with my colleague for a few minutes, I returned outside. Three Togolese children had joined the MK.

It was beginning to get dark. I was in the car with a few friends. We were driving along the bumpy African road to get into town. We needed to pick up a couple of things for the next day. There aren’t any street lights so everything is dark except for the few small store fronts. There's not much of a night life here. The most exciting thing to do at night is to watch the TV in the store front. I walked past a crowd of Togolese gathered around the TV. They were watching some t