I left Zimbabwe when I was sixteen. Sixteen is a difficult age at the best of times and leaving behind everything that I knew was hard. I missed home and I missed my friends. I missed the Zambezi River. And even though it was just … Continue reading On Zimbabwe, home and belonging
There’s something I don’t get. We’ve just been through this huge #Metoo campaign and unless you live on Mars, you have to know about it. And I want to believe that men are starting to take note. They’re finding their way and rethinking what is … Continue reading Maybe they’ll never get it
This week I was beyond lucky to get to visit Jack’s Camp in the Makgadikgadi Pans, Botswana. I’ve always wanted to go to the Kalahari Desert and to this particular lodge so when the opportunity came up, I was like yes yes yes. Even though … Continue reading Jack’s Camp, Makgadikgadi
My first words at the Nirox Word festival were ‘You gotta be kidding?’. This was me after paying a pretty steep R 360 entrance fee, having my water and snacks confiscated and then being asked for another R 100 for a yoga session. But in … Continue reading Words
Today I was in a stationery shop, minding my own business and stocking up on notebooks and glitter pens. A man stood at the till, buying a couple of things, including a ruler. As he was leaving he said ‘thank you’ to the shop assistant, … Continue reading A man and a ruler.
When I was in my twenties I backpacked through the USA. Every so often I would find a laundromat, throw in a few quarters and do my washing. And that was how I developed a thing for cowboys. I was in Taos New Mexico watching … Continue reading Cowboys
So I went on a date last night and it was – lovely. Good looking guy, fantastic shirt, whisky lover, good politics, lots and lots and lots and lots of money, a really nice guy. Except. He just added me to LinkedIn. I have to … Continue reading Serious