Our approach into Bulawayo in Matabeleland, Zimbabwe
I was born in this country, and lived here for a quarter of a century … yet, because our focus was our farm many miles away to the north, its second city is new to me.
Below are acres of wet, green trees. Bulawayo’s drought has broken.
Coming in to land at Harare International Airport in Zimbabwe
We fly in to the land where I was born and raised. She is green from the recent rains and dusted with small white clouds.
It is early 2017, and I have not been back for fourteen years.
Out and about
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