Meryl Harrison photographed at the party to celebrate her 80th birthday.
Meryl Harrison is renowned for her part in the rescue of the animals forcibly abandoned on farms during the turmoil of Zimbabwe’s land redistribution programme.
“I never thought I’d reach my 80th birthday. Those of you who know me well know my life has been a bit of a car crash, and really it’s quite unexpected. I’ve crawled here one way or the other.”
What next?
The telephone connection sounds thin. I turn up the volume to catch the reporter’s voice. A few horrific details staccato down the line then stop…suddenly the voice is gone.
There’s an awkward silence, a brief in-between space, and then a curt announcement from the show’s host: “I think we’ve got the gist of it…”
Papers shuffle and a new topic fills the air.
Why are we who we are? This is an old thought remastered, that takes me straight back to where I began.
Zimbabwe
A young man, a stranger, asked me about identity, about my identity as a Zimbabwean. His question made me think…am I Zimbabwean?
The further I travel the more elusive the idea of ‘belonging’ becomes, and the more urgent the need for ‘identity’.
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