-a township experience Victoria Falls town has no shortage of charming little cafes and artsy eateries. But even so, the Dusty Road Restaurant is something of a surprise. Set in the heart of bustling Chinotimba -the largest and oldest township in Victoria Falls, the Dusty Road an altogether an ingenious representation of the township’s colloquialisms. From its quirky décor- a collection of bits and odd … Continue reading The Dusty Road
If I could give you a visual to my 29th year of life, it would be a girl in pigtails, kicking and screaming and generally raging at the passage of time. How dare thirty come so quickly? I am not quite ready. I have a list! There is a long to-do list. I still have yet to find thee quirky bunch of friends of what … Continue reading Flirty Thirty !
You have enough for a soccer team my dear. I’ve just counted. This makes him laugh-my uncle. God bless him. He loves to laugh and laughs often. He tells me that laughter is medicine. Of this he is sure. And as he reclines comfortably in his seat, I can’t help but smile at his fortitude. 11 children, 8 of them under the age of 13. … Continue reading Higgledy Piggledy Joy
There was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small Brazilian village. As he sat, he saw a Brazilian fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore having caught quite few big fish. The businessman was impressed and asked the fisherman, “How long does it take you to catch so many fish?” The fisherman replied, “Oh, just a short while.” “Then … Continue reading Why I Quit My Job.
I have lived long enough to see fads come and go and repeat again. Stars have risen and fallen and been forgotten. But with wisdom comes age and a shift in focus from tree tops to ROOTS! Continue reading Roots
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. But we enjoy our lives because that’s what God wants. Otherwise, the mornings before summer dawn would not be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women at the fountain are laughing together between the suffering they have known and the … Continue reading A Brief For The Defense – Jack Gilbert
You’d think to have a boy telling me they loved you and wanted to marry in the middle of a beautiful outdoor concert would me happy. I mean, it was lovely. There were fairy lights twinkling above our heads as we swayed to the music of one of my favourite bands, hands raised in the air singing tribute to Nelson Mandela as Mafikizolo sang Asibonanga. … Continue reading Red Shoes
It’s interesting the things we know of our colleagues after a few years of working together. Often things that they don’t even notice of themselves. From the obvious moodiness after a spat with a significant other to little twitches and twists of the face when they are up to something mischievous – like giving a customer a not so subtle put-down. All their little habits … Continue reading Magwinya & Soup.
I got my niece ready for school earlier today. Simple mundane act right. She has this cute little blue uniform and white socks… But looking at her little shoes, I felt old and wise in comparison. and at the same time small and clueless in the face of the great marvel that is LIFE. Continue reading In Her Shoes…
When it comes to shopping, there is little that I enjoy more than strolling through multiple stalls surrounded by a colour burst of beautiful art scattered about on display, ears buzzing with the typical hubbub that is so commonplace in any marketplace in Zambia. It’s the merchant’s call to customers, the excited chatter of shoppers, children- it seems there are always children scampering about in … Continue reading Pakati Market