January 12, 2015 marked five years since Haiti was ravaged by a 7.0
earthquake. On January 10, 2010 I had just walked into work at about 5pm.
Instead of the hugs and high fives I was accustomed to, I was greeted by the
sobs of my co-worker Marie. With her face tear stained and eyes blood shot red,
the only words she could muster in response to my queries were Ayiti krazay. A
quick visit to my Facebook newsfeed coupled with texts from family members
caught me up on what was happening around me. Ayiti, in fact had krazay-ed (a little Crenglish for you).
