Letters from the road.
This is where I write the parts that don't fit in a guide. Exams, faith, family, homesickness, and the long unglamorous middle of a career nobody in my village had heard of. Read them here, or subscribe and get them in your inbox.
Latest letter I Prayed for This Exact Tiredness
I was at the library after work tonight, studying for INV 101 Here’s what was going on in my head. I’m tired. This is hard. I already worked a full day. I couldn’t focus. I read the same paragraph maybe four times and…
I Didn't Cry When My Mother Died
Today makes thirteen years since my mother died. I was thirteen when it happened, which means the math finally caught up with me this year. Half my life with her, half without her. Amai I didn’t cry when she died. Not…
You Are Intelligent, You Will Still Fail and That’s Okay.
If you knew for certain that your 51st attempt would be a guaranteed success, how quickly would you rush to fail the 50 previous attempts? In Mutoko, Zimbabwe, intelligence was the one asset nobody could take from you.…
Why the letters live in two places
I write them on Substack because that is where the subscribers are and where replies reach me. They appear here too so nobody has to leave the site, sign up, or hit a paywall to read something I wrote for free. Every letter on this page links back to the original if you want to comment, share, or subscribe.