by Conor Sweetman | Dec 7, 2021 | Chronicle, Featured
nita Budu stepped to the water’s edge and searched the horizon. Lake Volta is the most expansive artificial reservoir in the world. The sun had risen high and the heat was merciless, but Budu and her colleagues didn’t dare leave in search of shade. They had lost...
by Conor Sweetman | Mar 9, 2022 | Chronicle, Featured
ibet proudly stood at the gate of Kimbilio Hospice. The sash draped across his chest read “Here to serve.” The message was as out of place on his security guard uniform as the work Kibet and his colleagues do every day in our village. Kibet knew well that by the time...
by Conor Sweetman | Dec 10, 2021 | Chronicle, Featured
he first time I saw Tim, I saw only a teenager with severe autism, slouched beside his caregiver, his body obviously tired from the pain it carried, his eyes far away. But there was more to Tim than met the eye. His appearance in our community in 2015 would expose...
by Conor Sweetman | Mar 10, 2022 | Chronicle, Featured
did not plan to go to prison today. Yet I watch the red dirt as I walk—how it puffs and gathers on my shoes, seeping inside to turn my toes a brickish hue. I am not looking at the men urinating in the gutters to my left. I am not looking at the rows of eyes watching...
by Conor Sweetman | Jun 17, 2022 | Chronicle
usebio Quispe se sintió fuera de lugar y sumamente incómodo. El aymara del altiplano andino estaba sentado en un banquete junto con alcaldes y concejales de todo el gran estado boliviano de La Paz. También estaba presente el hombre que había solicitado la reunión: Evo...
by Conor Sweetman | Dec 8, 2021 | Chronicle, Featured
Read this essay in Spanish Leer este ensayo en español usebio Quispe felt out of place and extremely uncomfortable. The Aymara man from the Andean plateau was seated at a banquet along with mayors and council members from across the large Bolivian state of La Paz....
