I still feel dazed after watching The White Tiger a few nights ago, and nothing should have surprised me. I knew for a start that it wasn’t about tigers – I’d read the book.Continue reading
“There is a fish in the mirror. The mirror is above the washbasin in the corner of your hostel room.”
The opening lines of a book I love for its fractured intensity. Reading it is like being plunged into a bruise, one that stains Zimbabweans everywhere.
Exhibiton of paintings by students at Cyrene Mission School in Zimbabwe some seventy years ago
My visit to this art exhibition in early October 2020 felt like a journey into a fragile time warp. I left it filled with nostalgia for the land where I was born … and with a question.
How would this show of school art from Africa, intended originally for international audiences in the 1940s, be seen in the middle of Black History Month in London, over seventy years later?Continue reading