I Run

I run – well, more like slide – my way down a steep vine-covered slope. I snuck through an old gate on an abandoned property on one of Nairobi’s most exclusive streets, and now I’m in a forest that seems to just go on forever. Only a 20-minute run, but with one turn, I’m at a…

A Running Robbery at 2:42pm

(15.03.17) 2:42pm. A thick arm wraps around my neck – I get yanked to the ground, somewhere in Johannesburg’s inner city. 1:07pm. I sit at a café in the center of South Africa’s hipster haven. A reclaimed neighborhood in Joburg’s heart, I’ve landed in Southern Africa for the first time. And just looking around, at…