I was lucky. I didn’t know much about tennis. And even less about how to get a ticket to one of the sport’s premiere events. But sitting in my Paris hotel room about 6pm, one year ago today, I figured it was time for a change. I didn’t know who was playing. Didn’t care.
One of the many positive outcomes of Likalawe’s monthly outreach clinics is the gratitude of the villagers. And few gestures could better signify this goodwill than what Agnes Sumali does for the HSAs that make the monthly trip from Mpemba.
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Love this. Has a street bazaar feel. It leaves one wondering what the shopkeep is about to say. Nice work, Matt.
Thanks, Mark!