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.
A few days ago I posted a short story Chipepo’s Box. It was based on the relationship between crafts and tourism in Zimbabwe.
This morning, with a few minutes to scan through other WordPress blogs, I found this on the Zim Creative blog.
Chipepo sold his box at the foot of a baobab tree in the Zambezi Valley – Manners Mukuwiri works in Chitungwiza just outside Harare . His giraffe aren’t quite the same as Sibongile’s soapstone giraffe but their need for customers is.
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