There were many nights where the whole city was shrouded in darkness, no sound could be heard from the radios or the televisions. Load shedding, they called it.
And so, the wedding had come, it was a small affair with the reception held right here in the compound. I had never witnessed so many people coming and going and some were sitting beneath the shade, drinking Coca-Cola and Fanta straight from the glass bottles. Children ran around enjoying the freedom which weddings invariably … Continue reading I am just a Tree (Part 2)
I have been here for decades… I can barely remember when I spread my roots wide and deep almost becoming part of the landscape here; part of lush garden filled with greenery, part of the fruit trees that become fragrant with ripened fruit, part of the African soil. I have become part of the family … Continue reading I am just a Tree (part 1)
These are my musings. my words as a story teller... My view of the world. This is me as African, and as British🇬🇧, as Zimbabwean🇿🇼 and as Zimgerian🇳🇬 (yes that's a thing!) Because identity is what you make it.... These are my thoughts on the world... as an individual, a daughter, a sister, a … Continue reading The Pen Mistress: What’s this all about?