...Photos of the art (based on kids I met while there) and not scanned copies, sorry for the poor quality...but at least something to update this site. --I miss Africa.

The sand that torments the oyster

The pain it creates in its womb,

The way the shell lies in the ocean

In the depths of a watery tomb,

The patience, endurance, the virtue

How it is nurtured in this way,

This stranger in its own habitat

And yields day after day,

The way this grain grows with a coating

To become all that it can be,

Then waits quietly in its cradle

Buried underneath the sea…

Thus, it is born—this treasure

Through agony; tempest unfurled,

This is the untold story

This is the secret of the Pearl.