Right outside of Port-au-Prince is the village of Titanyen. I’ve been told the history here is gruesome and gritty. I’ve been told in Hatian Creole, Titanyen means less than nothing. Despite the hands we are dealt, there’s something rather poetic, at times tragically beautiful, about perpetually yearning for more than everything. Photos: Verdy Verna
If I told you that there were a plethora of sites to see and wonders to dive into once you landed in Haiti, would you believe me? Behind the persistent portrayal of a country buried in natural disasters and ecopolitical struggles, lies a once insanely popular jewel of the Caribbean. In the 1970s, Haiti was […]
When I packed my already bloated carryon for Haiti, it dawned upon me not to forget an extra side of open mind and open heart for this journey. Haiti is one of those nations that is oozing with history, culture and beauty yet an all too familiar pop narrative persists, if you let a mainstream […]