As I walked back into my place in providence, I was flooded with expectation of how to bring what I just saw, felt, tasted and touched back with me to the world I know here.



While joining the masses at Occupy Wallstreet in Zuccotti park in downtown lower Manhattan, I had one question in mind "How do we keep this grassroots momentum moving?"



As I lay in the tub, bathing off the dirt and dust of the city, I realized I'm already doing it.

I was simply doing it by…

Call me Kamanzi.   On our final night in Rwanda before returning home, Issa Higiro gave

Fleet Maull and I new Kinyarwanda names.  Fleet became Mugabo (Man) and I became Kamanzi, which can either mean hero or beautiful…….or …

The land of the thousand…

There was some sort of darkness surrounded by beauty and light living together. I felt the sense of hopelessness dabbled with awe as we drove up the long dirt road towards the TIG work camp. Complete and utter fear taking over my mind...as the most gorgeous landscape appeared before us. There is a different way I look at machete's now, and I'm quite unsure of how those living here can see them day after day after day after how they were used during the genocide.

I've never seen a hell…