- Under the african sky -

A night of stories from the african bush.

He handed me a pale, yellow cup full of brackish water. I looked down. The murky green water sloshed against the sides of the cup.

“Nobody should have to drink water like this” I thought to myself.

But, sadly, this was unbearable reality for the entire village. If only there was a way I could help…

“Hakuna Matata”

You are welcome to join with us in a night together as we share stories, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes hopeful from working ‘under the african sky’.

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