It was January 1994. The time of the kanyi had just begun, bringing in the New Year as it does each year—a time when the people talk to...

It was a day in the village of Mecoripo—a village in the district of Namuno in Mozambique's southwest region of Cabo Delgado—an ordinary...

In 1992 the road from the city of Tete to the town of Chitima—located in Cabora Bassa district (as previously known under colonial times)...

They entered into the circle in the same way as the Ndhokodo group—in groups of two. But this time there was a man on the drums, two...

It was the eighth time she had passed by my red, earthen home, her bucket filled with that discolored water which innocently flowed...

Everyday the wind whistles through the lives of children and elders who walk the city streets of Maputo. And on this one day, not long...

Each day, he would show up at our office—optimistically tucked away in a corner of Mozambique's capital, Maputo. We invited him to dream,...

It was 1999 when we arrived on the day—our first day—with dreams of plenty and hearts full open. The wood carver was there—an old man who...

She was there when I got on the train. Her short, cropped, black hair held in place by a long but wide strip of cloth which rested across...

It's Sunday in the village of Maphiri, located just outside of Angonia's district capital, Vila Ulónguè, in the northwestern province of...

Abilio Lovane lived in the small village of Mpadwe on the outskirts of the city of Tete. On the day I met him, he was to play his...

There I was with the blue of indigo, copper wire woven to perfection, and the Niger River's winding bed in the distance, in the Malian...

I once traveled to a faraway land to live in a small earthen hut on the top of a hill, surrounded by banana trees and the raw sweetness...

It was 1995, Ibraimo Ali Sambe was 83 years old, an elder sitting on a grass mat on the Island of Ibo, off the coast of Cabo Delgado. And...

When João Agostinho Bras was 15, he started to sing and play mbira while herding cattle in the village of Degwefora. And at the end of...

They danced Nakwale—at the base of a tree—the imbondeiro—on the Island of Ibo off the coast of Cabo Delgado. It's a dance of tradition...

One night in 1966, while sleeping, Chingamuka had a dream. A dream about his grandfather—who used to play a traditional flute. He was...

An ear of corn and an old man's hunger, near banana trees and cassava leaves and a village square that one must flee. I thought it time...

The day was long with the beating sun, yet appear they did, wearing their culture on the tip of their tongues. They came, dressed in...

She used to fill the edges of the worn out streets— and the random lines, where zinc shacks meet. Her smile deep— oh so wise. And the...

Where to start but at the gust of the wind, no beginning has it and its end unsung, constant, yet ever moving, dissolving, reappearing....

The red earth filled the miles, trodden by heavy loads, worn out tires, cracked feet, laughing souls, big hearts, and the rhythms of...

A colorful turban rests on his head— a brilliant smile lay beneath his grin. Dark eyes, unknowing, sit gently on his face. A beautiful...

Today the rain has fallen Upon the soil of a very kind man A small round house, alone, rests on his machamba* Long reeds cling to the...