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       I planted a garden, again. I left my Zambian mini garden to my friends who were happy to transplant the flowers and eat the vegetables. This one’s in Switzerland – just a square wooden box, with herbs and … Continue reading →

     If you’ve ever looked down the throat of a hippo (through the tele lens), it’s not hard to believe the story of Jonah being swallowed by the whale. The hippo is a strange animal – with its tiny pig … Continue reading →

     I’d seen the boy last year already, lifting his walker over the potholes in the street, accompanied by an older lad. When I spoke to him, he tried to focus on me with his roving eyes, a big smile … Continue reading →

     Chewing a handful of soybeans, I watch the modern John Deere STS9670 combine chew its way down the field. To one side is the slim silver outline of the idle irrigation pivot, behind it the dark outline of the … Continue reading →

     My mother taught me to bake bread when I was nine. Neither of us dreamed that simple act would one day touch Africa! I met Eliness at a Natural Medicine workshop I was facilitating. A week later she visited … Continue reading →

     April Fool’s Day – right. “What’s the table and chairs for?” Robert asks, as he helps Stanley unload his truck. “That’s for Marianne, when she teaches about Moringa and Artemisia.” Whoa. Can you clarify that?? He did ask me … Continue reading →

     The Canadian Government might be disbanded, but that doesn’t stop them from collecting our taxes. It’s that time of year. And don’t think running away to Africa dispenses you from your duty!      Sometimes though, I see something paid … Continue reading →

     The men marching single file down the bush trail in front of me stop abruptly. Excited, they point and exclaim. What? A snake! Where? I strain my eyes, follow their pointing fingers, but I can’t see anything.       “It … Continue reading →

     Robert swerves around the goats lying on the highway. I guess they like the warmth of the pavement. David tells us the chief just heads right into the herd. It seems it’s the chief’s way of making a point … Continue reading →

     While you Canadians shovelled snow, Robert and Stanley Ngulube heaved mud out from under the wheels. Where are all the young Africans that usually turn up out of nowhere when they hear the whine of a stuck vehicle? But … Continue reading →