Wild (a short story)

One day he didn’t come back. The wilderness had called to him since he was a boy walking small beside me. I held his hand a little too firmly in mine along the dusty paths to the city. The desert was all around us here, encroaching on our path from one safe town to the…

glory days (when the grief and the joy mingle)

These are the glory days of summer. We spend long evenings sitting on our terrace, telling each other about the books we’re reading (him: the brain, and scrum theory, me: Abraham commentaries and young adult novels). I drink home made ice coffees with coffee ice cubes (thank you pinterest) and he has a German beer…

the summer of slow

Yesterday afternoon I messaged Rasmus at work. He was about to go into a meeting – “I have two minutes” he said. “Ok”, I replied, “It’s just a quick question: want to meet me for ice cream after work?” I don’t think Rasmus ever turns down ice cream. I met him at his office and…

When justice is at the centre

Where to begin? We’ve only finished our first full day of the Amahoro 2013 in Entebbe, Uganda, but already my mind is fit to burst from all the goodness it is being fed with. If you’re lost right now, the Amahoro Gathering is an annual event that brings together African and non-African Christian leaders who…