For starters.


Waiting for the start of the 2019 Rwanda road race national championships with eventual winner, Bonaventure Uwizeyemana. Bona has since absconded to the USA having lost hope in his circumstances at home.

It has slowly dawned on me, more and more as time goes on, the fickle nature of all our personal media platforms we use. People have entire careers now stemming from an Instagram following or a YouTube channel. I’ve always looked at these people and sort of admired their ability to constantly and aggressively serve up their lives to the world for your entertainment. But I’ve never been able to conceive of spending that much time, or making that kind of effort to put my story, my work, the things I have to say out for you. For one, my following isn’t that of a supermodel or a controversial talk show host, so a lot of hours and effort go into something that maybe get viewed 100 or 500 times. Basically drowned out by all the noise. That is why I have for years been retreating to the timeless analog of writing an actual book. Gambling in a sense that the trend is coming, already started in my estimation of intellectual and genuine people starting to unplug, partially or fully from the social media matrix in search of more indelible formats of information and story. More analog and sincere formats. I’m caught somewhere in-between. Huge swaths of my days and the story of my work goes undocumented because it’s simply too much work. The ROI seems to be nil, but maybe it isn’t. It’s a loud world out there and I’m not that interested in competing for your attention as you scroll… 

When I first arrived in Rwanda 5 years ago I started a blog called “NoMessNoMessage.” Eventually I fell off of updating it and now I am missing many moments, many scenes, stories and pictures that would provide some joy, education and entertainment for the right audience. Maybe even just for me to catalogue my experiences and getting maybe just a bit more of it on tape to post here for my family, friends and faithful little following to come and enjoy. Today I took a trip down memory lane watching some of the old videos I’ve made of the team. I teared up watching some of the athletes that were once an indelible, integral part of our team, but are now gone. Bona.. Janvier.. Vava.. I love you boys and I hope wherever you’re at is working out for you. 

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