Part II: Africville’s Story
I looked around the museum, observing the scanty room with banners hanging orderly by clothes pegs. There was a small jukebox-like machine in different corners that you could listen to […]
Africville’s Story: The Spirit Lives On
There is this feeling when you’re driving in a new country, or in this case Province, for the first time. You don’t actually know where you’re going, where each stoplight […]
Shauna Cassell's Journey 
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