|Harare International Airport (now Robert Mugabe)|
|It's beginning to look like Christmas.|
|You had me at mango!|
|Me holding mazhanje (wild fruit)|
Going back to the town where I was born and raised always makes my heart sing with joy. I glow, and the experience ignites within me, a deep sense of longing. I often find myself longing for my childhood days. Days when my parents were still alive and saw to my daily needs. Days when life was as it should be. Beautiful. Uncomplicated. Fun. And predictable.
|Staring at the sleeping pool at Chinhoyi Caves.|
Back home, you quickly realise that life is but a mixture of sadness, wonderment, faith, hope and joy. But one thing we are guaranteed is that the sun will rise regardless of what season it is.