Being a Londoner born and bred, I often dreamt of living somewhere exotic for a stint, so when my husband Jamie came home and said would I like to live in Gaborone for five years, I said yes! Shortly followed
I used to share a workshop with a girl from Zimbawbwe, long before I had ever even thought about going to Africa on holiday, let alone living there. I said wasn’t it a scary place and she said, not half
Shortly after we had relocated to Botswana, a weird green ball appeared in the lemon tree. I stared at it for a while, wondering what it was, when a small, bright yellow bird flew into it, holding a strand of
The first time I asked for directions in Gaborone, the answer I received went something like this: It’s easy – go straight until you get to the robots, then go left. Go straight again until you get to the Barclays
I attended a creative writing group this week at the Honeycomb Hub, new to Gaborone. Blissfully informal, we did short writing exercises lasting just 3 minutes. New friend Sam’s inventive, off-the-cuff idea for ‘your flat mate’s father turns up on
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I love conversation There is a real pleasure in chatting to someone and seeing a spark of interest in their eyes when a topic of mutual interest materialises… Read the article http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/books/fiona-mordaunt-the-frog-theory-1036991.html
Can you spot the lion? “Lion!” says our guide “it’s a large male.” ‘Where?’ I think, diligently scouring the undergrowth. How do you miss a large, male, roaring lion? Oh, I see him, I see him. Can you?