I'm a mother in Africa. Far far away in Africa. Further away than Far Away: An African outpost. I'm a mother, a wife, a writer, a ..
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Out of an Outpost
Published on 2010-08-09 02:23:52
Two whole days, 850 kilometers on roads - from dusty and pocked with holes you could bury a giraffe in to blackvelvet smooth tar - 8,500 in the air (chicken or beef? who actually said it was the World’s Favourite Airline? Not me, that’s for sure). All [...]
White Heat
Published on 2010-08-03 01:13:15
The sun has stolen the colour from the sky; Leached it bright, whitehot, bone dry. I tip my head and gaze up high. On powdery winds greydoves fly. Like talc, so that horizons blur And smudge and shimmy and slowly slur, For lips are fat cracked in kilnhotheat Slippery dust beneath barefeet. And [...]
Mind the Gap
Published on 2010-07-29 07:41:49
Today I put my girls on a flight north. I hugged them in the shade cast by a Cessna’s wing, I told them to be good. I checked they both had phones/ ID/ a bottle of water. I reminded them to Mind the Gap. And then I drove home to a house which resonates with [...]
