I’ve had Zimbabwe on my mind. It’s impossible not to, the country is all over the news. Activists are being abducted and tortured, citizens beaten, the government has zero regard for human rights, the economy is disastrous and corruption is rife. It’s a terrible , … Continue reading Next stop – Zimbabwe.
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