The Power of a Book

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about contrasts and how much they reveal about ourselves and the societies in which we live. This could be because I just re-read one of my favorite books, Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities, in which contrast is the crux upon which the story is built. The famous opening…

Tipping Point

Fear is a strong emotion. It is so strong that it often has the power to overwhelm all other emotion, suppressing it and dominating our minds. It paralyzes us and renders us mere hollow shells of who we are meant to be. And make no mistake, we are meant to be great. We are not all…

Through Their Eyes

Well I’ve done a pretty abysmal job in keeping this blog updated. It seems every new period of re-dedication is all too quickly followed by a dreaded period of forgetfulness, apathy and neglect. An apt description of life I suppose! So here I am, once again, committing to a new period of dedication, one that will…

Viva Carnaval

Carnaval, the legendary Latin American celebration, is a party in the truest sense of the word, replete with tradition, culture, food and the incredible pervasive attitude of an entire continent enjoying itself. I spent a few days in Esmeraldas, a city on the North-West coast of Ecuador, taking in all that Carnaval had to offer.…

Marimba

The air in the room is thick and heavy. Despite the open windows and the dark night sky there is no reprieve from the unrelenting humidity. But the sweat glistening on the brows and soaking the clothes of those gathered could never dampen their mood. As the last of the expected enters the small open…

A Brief Update

Well it sure has been a long time and for that I apologize. I know that your lives are not dependent on this blog and most of you were probably blissfully unaware that it has been 5 full months since my last post but I think with the creation of any blog there should be…

Goodbye is Never Really Goodbye

I’ve never been good at saying goodbye. It’s not a sentiment I’m very comfortable with and I always feel awkward when I find myself entangled in a prolonged farewell. I try and approach these moments the same way I remove a Band Aid: I carefully peel away an edge and just as the pain of…

Toimba NeNgirozi

Toimba NeNgirozi – With the Angels (Shona) I dedicate these words to the grandparents I never knew. What I do know though, is that you are all together, with the Angels, and I hope you look down with pride. I also dedicate them to my parents who have struggled through loss, heartache and hardship but…

We Mustn’t Cry More Than The Bereaved

61%. That was how much of the vote 89 year old Robert Mugabe received. I say Robert Mugabe and not Zanu-PF, his political party, because he IS the party. There is only one face, only one voice and only one fist that matters. The face is of a man used to power, a face adeptly able…