We work a lot in conflict zones. Actually set to travel in 3 days. Did you know that if you travel to a country on level 4 travel advisory, a “Do Not Travel” per State Department, you may not be eligible for evacuation insurance. They be looking like, “hello, we told you so…”
People think I’m sacrificing my comfort for humanity. Ain’t gonna hold you. These trips be feeling like vacay to me. We are always in 5 star hotels. That per diem is sexy when used right. The work actually speaks to my soul and I get to buy African prints and crafts everytime.
I mean, sure, a little terrorism here, a little kidnapping there. But as they say in my country, “isi ntisakaye”. (TR: The world has no roof) I could legit be sitting in my bougie Buckhead apartment (that I must soon give up to move to Clarkston- America’s Immigrant hub); watching Lisa tell Daniel on 90 day fiancé that she is turned on by his belly button and witness a deranged random shoot someone, you know- seeing that guns are $99 in Walmart. Byose ni mumutwe chou… Anywayyy- enough about war & shit, it’s Saturday, we turning up or what?
LawyerLiv & Co. 
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