Michael J. Jordan
Members of the Kick4Life Writing Club, to whom I taught HIV Journalism last year. (Photo: mjj)
MASERU, Lesotho – In November 2011, I was newly arrived in Africa, so full of hope, writing dreamily of Lesotho’s “veritable field of dreams” for journalism trainings.
Eighteen months later, rejection slaps me in the face so often, I’m ready to press charges. I’m a pauper on the streets, banging my tin-cup.