Tag: Zimbabwe
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Renewing our vows with each passing breath
There is no sense of time, there is no sense of space That cliff in Africa, where we screamed like madmen That ancient mountain ruin, where we sought tribal ghosts That crisp night air, where we saw the infinity of space unfold above us. These are moments where we captured what we could of the…
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Zimbabwe Echoes
Today is one of those days where I can hear the echoes of Zimbabwe in my ears. Its cold winter chill grabs hold of my neck and its Saligna wood fires fill my nose with smoke. I can see Godknows running through an intersection selling his inflatable toys while I haphazardly maneuver around an overloaded…
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T.I.A.
Heard gunshots outside bedroom window last night… 11 of them, but they seemed far off. While standing on the balcony listening for more shots amid the responding cacophony of a hundred dogs, I saw a shooting star, and in that brief moment realized how small we are beneath the heavens. In Africa, as in elsewhere,…