"The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life."
- William Morris, The Wood Beyond the World
(From left to right..top to bottom.)
A car made of wire drives down the dirt path in our village-
My brother, the happiest I have ever seen him.
A cat, named lion, yawns as I snap his photo-
My friend Austin’s closest companion.
Intricacies of a spiral aloe sit symmetrically outside the priests home-
The national plant to Lesotho.
Socks hung on a clothes line shine gold in the morning sun-
My lens flares its light.
I see the shiny shoes of a young school girl-
Not tattered like her best friends.
The heads of our Christmas dinner lie bloody on the ground in front of me-
One flew off after four spins.
Canned food lines the shelf in my local shop-
I am trapped inside hiding from a threatening hail storm.
My best friend, Retsilisitsoe, speaks into the mic at Motjoli FM-
Her confident demeanor while presenting impresses me.
Blankets are wrapped around close friends-
It is the day we swear in as Peace Corps Volunteers.
I stare at the center of a dead sunflower-
It is the only plant that survived the drought in my garden.
Edward sells Seshoeshoe designed Bow-Ties-
He just told me he will be co-hosting Lesotho Fashion Week.
The Lesotho and US flag is pinned on a traditional blanket-
I watch the peach trees blossom-
The town is brightly painted pink.
A self-expressionistic heard boy displays his beaded necklace -
He is proud of the design he created.
The eye of a determined horse looks at me-
I see that it is ready to race in the annual horse races.
The blanket of M’e Mapiele drapes over her pants-
She greets me, always wearing the same blanket.
I enjoy a cup of coffee and my current reading affair-
Geometrically budding cabbage leaves are soaked from rain-
Our garden is finally growing.
The hand of a herd boy grasps his ‘malamu’
Which directly translate to walking stick, but in slang..also means penis.
I capture evidence of the monstrous hail storm-
A sign that an unusually early and bitterly cold winter is near.
I notice maroon and yellow on the school uniforms where I teach a health club-
These colors followed me from my university to here.
I find my reflection in a broken mirror-
Hanging upside down I look at myself.
There is rain on the window of my hut looking toward my neighbors-
We have had a week of rain every afternoon.
The maize grows to its full height-
I am waking up with the sun every day for three months now.
Clouds move swiftly across the sky-
Blue and white.
I learn that the design of the blanket that ornaments my bed is that of a dangerous gang-
No one told me this when I bought it.
Leseli moves the buttons on our station control center-
Sesotho music blares through the speakers.
Wild green plants fill my lawn-
When I arrived I only found dirt.
The colors of sunset amaze me-
It’s the night of my birthday
I glance at the dreamcatcher my mom and I bought on a navajo reservation 6 years ago when I first left for college-
I will never leave home without this.
My dear friend, Jessica, sent me a care package-
It is the most beautiful chocolate I have ever seen.
Bright, big apples grow on our trees-
It just rained, again.
I position my camera to focus on the view from my doorstep on broken glass-
Austin’s mirror just fell down and shattered.
Fly paper saves my sanity-
It is the biggest massacre Rondeval Weasley has ever seen.
I put down my beer and throw the dart-
I do not hit the bullseye.
Clouds reflect in a rain puddle-
They tell me how I feel.
My last fully alive sunflower in my garden-
I hope it makes it longer.
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