Memories of a Minesweeper

| This is the 422nd story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1908, the third of four children, two boys and two girls, in Birmingham, England. I can still remember the smell of the city streets before there were cars. Trams and horse-drawn carts trundled past, merchants delivered goods daily, as we lined up to buy coal, bread, milk, and fish from them. If … Continue reading Memories of a Minesweeper


The Sound of Hope

| This is the 391st story of Our Life Logs | For 13 years, silence was suspicious and peace was a trap. You see, the Democratic Republic of Congo, my birthplace, was in the midst of an ethnic conflict in the 1990s when rebels were terrorizing the country. I’m one of seven kids, born in 1996 to an aristocratic family. We lived in a Congolese village, although, … Continue reading The Sound of Hope