An Election Alone — Anxious or Excited?

This morning, I woke to the crash of thunder. In the flash of light, I could glimpse my school’s few buildings, painted in stripes of the Namibian flag. But my mind was on a different flag, and an election far far away. Eight years ago, I stood on the mall, watching a great man become […]ContinueContinue reading “An Election Alone — Anxious or Excited?”