Posted on May 21, 2016May 21, 2016The Human Family The matriarch of Yamaransah Village in Ghana watches from the stone entrance to her home. A bridge over the Tiber River offers rest for the weary traveler on the unforgiving streets of Rome. Stone walls of the Louvre Palace provide some refuge as this woman seeks a reprieve from the ghosts of Paris. On the steps of a mosque in Istanbul, Turkey, this man had a lot to ponder. Her green leopard-print dress fluttered in a breeze of fluid motion as she dashed away to play soccer with the boys in Kinshasa. It was hot and humid and had been raining in the DR Congo. When we pulled up to his stone and plaster hut in our Land Rover he watched us warily. “He has seen much,” they said. On the banks of the Lubumbashi River in the Dr Congo I was surrounded by children laughing and dancing and posing for pictures.