Bubanza, Burundi
The well, a gathering place, laughter spilling like water from the pump.
Yellow water canisters double as drums—first a rhythm, then a song, then a dance.
Matara, Burundi
The mountains of Matara watch over it all, soft in the fading light, as glass bottles of Fanta clink in a quiet kind of communion.
Bujumbura, Burundi
Hands stained deep with henna trace stories on skin, global sisters—woven in ink, water, and dance.
