The feeling of the oppressive heat as a thunderstorm builds up
The release when it rains
The sun – when it rises, when it constantly shines, when it sets,
The sound of jacarandas crunching underfoot, or under-wheel,
The trees, in bloom, purple, red, yellow – fiercely African.
The taste of the earth’s bounty – sun-drenched fruit, sweet vegetables
Fish caught in innocence, eaten in delight.
The time everyone takes to ask how you are – and truly listen to the answer
The sounds of camaraderie, of laughter, communion
Hands held down the street, clasped in greeting
The smile around every corner, down every road
The land, the people, the feeling I have that I’m truly
Home.
Sir Nigel
02/11/2011
Dear MsFuzzyhead – I just wanted to say – these photos are just AMAZING!
CJ
02/11/2011
This is such a beautiful post – even without the magnificent pictures. I’m trying hard not to feel homesick but you’re not helping MsFuzzyhead!
Nikki Kershaw (@MsFuzzyhead)
02/11/2011
I’d offer to bottle some Zimbabwean sunshine and send it to you, CJ, but the rains have started – hooray! Would you like a Freddo in lieu?
CJ
02/11/2011
Actually, a bottle of rain for drought-stricken Texas would be divine but thanks for reminding me about Freddos. Hmmn. Do you they still stick to the roof of your mouth? Do they still have corny jokes on the packaging?
Pandave
02/11/2011
I second the sentiment on the photos. So lovely! I am loving this series. Thank you SirNige and all the contributors.