Sleeping Like a Hare Millions Billions Trillions    
African Tears Beyond Tears Innocent Victims Imire Can you hear the drums, by Cathy Buckle

Snap, crackle and pop
August 15, 2014, 10:57 am


Dear Family and Friends

As the full moon pulled what we hope is the last cold front through Zimbabwe this week, it added to the chilly air of unease in the country.  The front page newspaper photograph of a victim of political violence with a swollen face and dressings covering a head wound sent goose bumps down our spines. ‘Violence flares up in Zanu PF’
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Golden grass, glittering rock pools and sacrifice
August 1, 2014, 11:07 am


Dear Family and Friends,

Travel East of my home town on a Monday and it’s beer day. Travel West on a Tuesday and it’s their beer day. Hard to believe that this one simple event, using such primitive methods still goes on in this modern world. A rusty, battered ox cart loaded high with blue plastic crates each filled with brown plastic beer bottles emerges from
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Millions, billions, trillions
July 18, 2014, 12:08 pm


Dear Family and Friends,

All week a spotted eagle owl has been hooting early in the afternoon in my garden, hours before the stunning  caramel sunsets so typical of winter in Zimbabwe. The strangeness of the day time calling of the owl comes in the same week as the sad news of the latest casualty to Zimbabwe’s long struggle to a new order.

Since Februar
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Bone tired and supping with whites
July 4, 2014, 11:51 am


Dear Family and Friends,

A huddle of men in hats and dark jackets engaged in animated conversation in the wind and dust outside a run down local government office sent eyebrows up this week. They were all clutching bits of paper and there was much gesticulating and arm waving: it all told a lot about the latest saga in Zimbabwe’s fourteenth year into land wars. The
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Dipping Day: then and now
June 20, 2014, 1:01 pm


Dear Family and Friends,

Every week in summer and every fortnight in winter we used to round up the cattle and herd them over the road to a neighbouring farm. This was dipping day: hot, dusty, dirty work as over a hundred breeding cows and their calves, along with two temperamental bulls, forced their way into the fenced dip paddock. Pushing, shoving and head butting was
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