Defying The Odds – Zimbabwe And The Balancing Rocks
Sometimes, I will be walking around the neighbourhood and all of a sudden I will be overwhelmed by a smell that blasts me back on a nostalgic wave to summers in Harare, Zimbabwe: a sweet, hazy smell of sugar cane, sweet dill and citrus. Sometimes, on those rare days, when the sun is shining and it begins to rain, I get flashes of a family trip to the granite hills of Domboshawa. Sometimes, when I am faced with questions of magnitude and immortality, my mind invariably takes m