A journey of poetry
Poetry to me has always been a form of travel. I first learned to love poetry at boarding school in the Eastern Cape in South Africa.
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Poetry to me has always been a form of travel. I first learned to love poetry at boarding school in the Eastern Cape in South Africa.
A journey of poetry Read More »
I’m no supporter of the Taliban regime at all, but the news that South Africa will play Afghanistan in the World Cup caught my attention. It reminded me of my Afghan translator and fixer in the village of Khuja Bahauddin in northern Afghanistan only weeks after 9/11. I’ve never forgotten him and his love of cricket.
Memories of cricket and war in Afghanistan Read More »
“Today we’re going to look for the ‘Big Five!’” South African guide Eelco Meyjes announces from the front of his safari vehicle – a strange thing to hear on the streets of suburban Johannesburg.
Graffiti treasures in Joburg Read More »
I was commissioned to write a piece about my face years ago and for various reasons it never saw print. I thought it would be interesting to post now.
Thoughts on a mirror and its meaning Read More »
Memory is layered into our lives. Our understanding of what happened in the past grows as we grow. And the southern autumn for me for the last decade or so has always been a time for memories.
Autumn Thoughts on the Eve of Our Elections Hamilton Wende Read More »
Recently, the President of Botswana, Mokgweetsi Masisi, frustrated by European moves to ban the import of hunting trophies from his country recently threatened to send 20 000 elephants to Germany so that they “should live with animals the way you tell us to.”
Botswana’s Human/Animal conflict dilemma Read More »
At the far western end of Bulawayo’s wide streets lies a small, well-tended garden. It is the city’s railway museum. A neat lawn and a few bright coloured flower beds swelter in the heat.
Keeping a dream alive … Read More »
Murchison Falls is one of the great natural splendours of Africa. The best way to see it is to take a boat up the Victoria Nile through the hippo and crocodile that throng its clear, deep waters.
Ancient Rome and Sub Saharan Africa Read More »
A full moon emerges above the horizon. Slowly at first, and then rapidly, the sound of hard, calloused palms beating the skin of drums rises from the huts all around us.
Keeping a dream alive … Read More »
The images, and the memories, never go away, even after nearly 30 years. Recalling them, or looking at photographs from that time, always raises my heartbeat – fear runs through in my head, it always happens, making me feel the old ghosts rising up.
Reflections on 30 Years After the Rwandan Genocide Read More »