Graduation day in Mahama refugee camp
Over the past twelve months, we have worked with a group of thirty young people…
Suelenn GraanoogstJune 17, 2016
They are heroes
Reflections from Otto de Jong, one of our most senior trainers, on his recent trip…
Suelenn GraanoogstNovember 17, 2015
Because they were hiding, they couldn’t sing
by Chris Nicholson "Because the tutsis were hiding, they couldn’t sing.” This testimony of a…
Suelenn GraanoogstApril 13, 2015
Asylum
by Chris Nicholson “No Chris, I think it should be this…” and he corrected my…
Suelenn GraanoogstMarch 17, 2015
“I am fine, thank you.”
by Chris Nicholson It took me a couple of months of giving therapy sessions before…
Suelenn GraanoogstJanuary 24, 2015
One… Four, five…
by Chris Nicholson ONE, two and, three and, FOUR, FIVE, six and; ONE, two and,…
Suelenn GraanoogstSeptember 22, 2014
The sound and the silence of music
by Chris Nicholson As a music therapy student I learnt to hear silence as an…
Suelenn GraanoogstJune 5, 2014
Rwandan music box
The carpenter who makes the cajons talks to my friend in Kinyarwanda, telling her he…
Suelenn GraanoogstDecember 1, 2013
Rain drumming down
by Chris Nicholson When the rain comes down in Kigali it bounces off the ground…
Suelenn GraanoogstOctober 21, 2013
Ribbits in Rwanda
by Chris Nicholson With the frog scraper, you scrape a stick across the instrument’s wooden…
Suelenn GraanoogstSeptember 20, 2013
