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…

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…

Searching for Chingamwe

We had been driving around for hours and I was beginning to lose hope. We had crisscrossed the same stretch of winding road between Mutare and Nyanga in Zimbabwe’s Eastern Highlands all afternoon and although the rolling, forest covered mountains on each side of the snaking road made for a spectacular view, it was playing…

The Pillaging of Africa’s Breadbasket

The road to the farm was dusty. Giant clouds of sand could be seen forming behind the truck, rolling and settling in the afternoon sun. Remnants of the tar that had once covered this road were still visible every now and then, spilling out from under the thick layer of red African dirt that had…