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
Even the name itself is exotic. But be that as it may, there is nothing that could have prepared me for the experience of actually being there. What little I have seen of it so far- Stone Town -is absolutely exquisite. Right from its people, a sun-kissed dark chocolate brown skinned people, to its architecture- the labyrinth of winding walkways that you could blissfully be … Continue reading Zanzibar !
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…
I gave you a hug because I wanted you to know that you are seen. That you are beautiful and strong and doing an excellent job. But this would all be too much from a stranger and anyway, how ever would I say it to you? So as I held you, said a prayer to the heavens. May your hands not ache as you weave … Continue reading Black Hmong Women
At a glance (and this is at night mind you), Hanoi is a lot of lights and loud traffic buzz. Imagine an Asian version of Chilenje, with a sprinkling of French architecture. Then add 5 million scooters to a population of 8 million people in one city. Hanoi is wonderfully chaotic! There is food every ten paces, throngs of people and the risk of death … Continue reading Hanoi – first impressions
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 !
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