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…

The Transforming Power of Ideas

“No army can withstand an idea whose time has come.” Victor Hugo penned those words in 1852. I can imagine him sitting in a sparse room in France, elbows resting on a large wooden desk, fingers blackened with ink from his quill with a candle close by, just offering enough flickering light to illuminate his…