To every one’s relief, the rains have continued since the first, sharp showers of last month. The previous few years have been dry years, with the rains coming late, or not at all. After preparin
I’m standing in the rain outside a cinder block house in Mkoba listening to the sound of drums and funeral songs escaping from the open doors and windows.
It's been a long time since I've written. The seasons have changed here in Zimbabwe and Gweru is now dripping with heat and jacaranda blossom. In town, the sun ricochets off glass and metal and s
Despite the surprise of finding Gweru recently on a world map (in the absence of the likes of Harare and Bulawayo) the fact remains that Gweru is, in reality, a small town that feels like a large v
White noise. I’m hunched over the radio, but however close I lean to the receiver, I just hear white noise. I’ve got my eyes closed and I’m frowning. I’m actually trying to squint with my ears.
The mango season is over here in Gweru, but everything else, for me, is just beginning. The slow learning of language and landscape that makes me feel like an infant again. Adjusting to a climate
