When Aditi and I arrived in Busia, dust-splayed and weather-beaten on the shared backseat of a boda boda, we did not look like your average tourists. The midday sun was at its height, and as we throttled down miles of dusty country roads, the wind kicked up streaks of earth that colored my clothes red and coursed through my hair. Sitting on the very back of the motorbike, with Aditi sandwiched in-between me and the driver, I grasped for the metal bar behind me with one hand, and with the other, waved at an ever-evolving panorama of fruit sellers, truck drivers and playing... Continue Reading >>
A native of Brooklyn, NY, Daniel is a proud and outspoken Asian American. He spent two years immediately following graduation teaching English at Shanxi Agricultural University in the rural northern town of Taigu, China as a recipient of a Shansi Fellowship. During that time, he had the great privilege of traveling to 18 provinces and municipalities in China as well as eight other countries in Asia. He is currently pursuing an M.A. in Global Affairs at Yale University, where he studies China and international development with a focus on sustainable agriculture. His first book of fiction entitled What Never Leaves based on his travels and work in Asia was published in 2012 by Wilder Voice Press. He is enormously excited to be working with Kiva Zip in Nairobi this summer, and is committed to approaching this and every new experience with curiosity, daring and respect.
Fellows Blog Posts by Daniel Tam-Claiborne
Jul 10, 2013
Kenya
When Aditi and I arrived in Busia, dust-splayed and weather-beaten on the shared backseat of a boda boda, we did not look like your average tourists. The midday sun was at its height, and as we throttled down miles of dusty country roads, the wind kicked up streaks of earth that colored my clothes red and coursed through my hair. Sitting on the very back of the motorbike, with Aditi sandwiched in-between me and the driver, I grasped for the metal bar behind me with one hand, and with the other, waved at an ever-evolving panorama of fruit sellers, truck drivers and playing... Continue Reading >>
When Aditi and I arrived in Busia, dust-splayed and weather-beaten on the shared backseat of a boda boda, we did not look like your average tourists. The midday sun was at its height, and as we throttled down miles of dusty country roads, the wind kicked up streaks of earth that colored my clothes red and coursed through my hair. Sitting on the very back of the motorbike, with Aditi sandwiched in-between me and the driver, I grasped for the metal bar behind me with one hand, and with the other, waved at an ever-evolving panorama of fruit sellers, truck drivers and playing... Continue Reading >>