Dearest Blog
With weary eyes, limbs and spirits we have returned from the land of my birth, my heart held space, my childhood and memory filled space. Durban, South Africa, how can I begin to describe you? Your red soil, wild flowers, open green spaces, Indian ocean, wild life, humming crickets, melting tar, humid sweaty sleeps, spar-letta sweetness, hadeda cries, women singing in Zulu, animal skins, rusty cars, sub-tropical banana trees, sugar cane fields, shoeless children, thorny paths, telegraph poles to the sky, your beating taxi's, beaded crafts, rich coffee, accents, ijuba, cacti, fruit abundance, acacia and jasmine scents, suburbia, downtown markets, chaotic driving, bunny chows and bean roti's, fraud and corruption, paintings of the hurt, tribal rituals, familiar ground, Sunday Tribune, Koo jam, Mandela fabric, irritable warm wind, poverty, heart of darkness, your history, your restless discontent, your beat of change.
Hand printed t-shirt
Tala game reserve
Durban sun set
Amahewu (maize based porridge)
African Art Centre - Florida Road, Durban
Kikoi wrap
My all time favourite frangi pangi
Open spaces
African Angels
Mummy and baby
Coffee
General Store - Howick
Inside the General Store
Zebra
Mango
Hand made, restored, revived and recycled shop: Mooi
Childhood nostalgia tomato sauce: All Gold
Lazy lizard
The blue and the green
The breeze
Granny and Grampa's girl
Beautiful friendships
Local is lekker
Pink leaves
Delicious prickly succulents
Fence
Rusty enamel mugs
Bug on Bougainvillea
Scooby wire
Zulu dance
Strelitzia
Red dirt
Another day in paradise
Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika