Killed by distance—tales of a relationship with an immigrant worker

After having my heart ripped to shreds by an immigrant worker with whom we had worked for an NGO in northern Uganda, I was quite skeptical on exploring any romantic adventures. Katherine had joined the ‘Extend a hand program’ as a social worker from California. I would later learn that she was doing her masters

The secret I wish I hadn’t known

I hate love, and for a good reason. For five months now, I have been courting this girl that makes my stomach turn, in a good way. The one that gives me butterflies when she says that we should meet or that she will be passing by over the weekend. Even though I’ve never given