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Too Many Walls, Not Enough Bridges

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  Whenever my daughter wants to imitate me, she will assume a wistful tone, look into the distance and say something along the lines of: ‘When I was a child, none of the gardens had walls.   We just roamed free, wandering across neighbours’ lawns, picking flowers and swinging from the trees. Nobody locked their doors either, so we just walked through their houses as well, helping ourselves to whatever we wanted.’ Ok, I get the point.   It is easy to look back at the past through rose-drenched glasses and imagine a fairytale world in which there was no crime and everyone loved each other.   It’s par for the course when you get to a certain age and even more common in older Zimbabweans who view the past as a virtual Eden from which they have been ejected. I will try and be as objective as possible.   We were never like some parts of the world, like America, where one lawn seems to run into another and where boundaries are marked by driveways.   When I was growing up in the late 70s a

Good People Who Do Bad Things

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   My elderly friend and I are discussing the possibility of becoming gold dealers.  It seems everyone is at it these days.  I recently contacted someone who did some work on our driveway a couple of years ago and discovered he no longer does crazy paving; instead, he has become a gold dealer in Esigodeni. I imagine him meeting customers in the back room of some shabby establishment or drawing up next to them in the car park of some shebeen and handing over a bag of gold nuggets in exchange for large wads of money.  'You'd never do it,' says my friend.  'You'd be caught almost immediately.' I must say, I am a little offended.  I don't particularly want to be a gold dealer, but nor do I like being told I lack the ability to be one. However, I know what she means.  I'd be too nice.  Of course, that might just be my  modus operandi.   It would certainly provide a good cover and it save me the need to meet clients in dodgy hotels in the dead of night.  You s

The Brokenness of Beautiful Things

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    I am often asked by friends and family who don't live in Zimbabwe why we still stay here. It is not a question that is easily answered, except to say why does anyone live anywhere?  We all have things to complain about wherever we are in the world.  Those who don't experience power or water cuts will complain about traffic jams or the weather.  Nowhere is perfect. Recently, I wrote on Facebook how excited we were when the electricity, that had been off for nine days, came back on.  It was actually longer as we had had nearly a week prior to this of being one phase down, so we had no lights, but some sockets worked and half of the stove as well. Nine days is by no means a long time at all to go without electricity, and nor is two weeks.  Some people I know have gone without for three to six months, a year even.  I am sure there are those on my Facebook page who even wonder why I mention it at all. Surely this is to be expected when you live in Africa.  Perhaps they are surpr

My Journey Through Grief: How Visiting a Clairvoyant Helped Me Come to Terms with Death

 Today would have been my mother’s 77 th birthday.  It is nearly three years since she died and these occasions do not get any easier to deal with in terms of the loss felt, but I have to come to a point where I see them as days to celebrate her life, rather than mourn her passing. My mum was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1998. After undergoing chemotherapy and radiotherapy, she was given the all clear in 2000.   However, in 2012, the cancer returned, this time spreading into bone cancer.   After nearly a year of treatment, my mum was told she could, with healthy food and a positive attitude, live five good years. It was a diagnosis that, looking back, we did not pay enough attention to.   Somehow, not only she, but all of us, felt that it was something she could overcome, for, after all, she had done it before.   We forgot she was younger when she fought the first battle against cancer, and her circumstances were different. My dad was working and their lives were otherwise stab

Al-Arabi Publisher Sherif Bakr Looks Back on This Year's Cairo International Book Fair

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Thursday, February 28, 2019 (originally published on amaBooks' blog) Al-Arabi publisher Sherif Bakr looks back on this year's Cairo International Book Fair and Bryony Rheam's This September Sun Sherif Bakr For over 40 years, Al-Arabi Publishing and Distributing has exhibited at the Cairo International Book Fair (CIBF), with titles mainly in politics and mass media. For the past decade, however, it is translated titles, mostly fiction, that have attracted readers to this particular publishing house. According to Al-Arabi publisher Sherif Bakr, this was a good year, with book fair visitors showing a true interest in learning more about the world. “We did well; our new titles of translated novels and books in general were very well received with people being very happy to go through piles of books that bring to them ideas from Finland, Serbia, Austria, Zimbabwe and many other countries,” Bakr said. The Al Arabi September Suns On

Smile, though your heart is breaking

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I was interviewed for this edition of Soul Music. Things have been so unsettled recently, it was nice to be reminded of long, sunny afternoons, even if the shadows did come in later. This classic tune was written by Charlie Chaplin for the film Modern Times. About this website bbc.co.uk BBC Radio 4 - Soul Music, Series 27, Smile This classic tune was written by Charlie Chaplin for the film Modern Times. This classic tune was written by Charlie

The Arab version of This September Sun officially in print

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The Arabic version of This September Sun is officially in print.