By Jack Bird. As I sat down to write this blog on my last night in Zambia, I was plugged into my iPod listening to music. I skipped through a few songs until I found one that I liked. I adjusted the...
By Jack Bird. “Its just so…painful,” Boniface said as he pulled the motorcycle over on the side of the road. It was an understatement to say the least. Boniface, my agro-forestry mentor and...