Category Archives: Zambia

Since 1993 I’ve been a regular visitor to Zambia. Like Tsetse fly bites, it gets into your system and itches when you least expect it! I never feel quite right if I haven’t been for more than a year. A journalist recently said I should be an honorary Zambian for what I’m doing for Zambia. I’m doing very little, to be honest, but I was thrilled he said it. If the sales of my book A Wake of Vultures can help to make the Heritage Centre for the Luangwa Valley a reality I’ll be happy. Here’s the link: www.awakeofvultures.com And if you want to help here’s that link! www.liv.ac.uk/giving/africa

On soap, water and being worth it

Posted on July 27, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

We’re bumping along a track through scrubby woodland in a because-we-need-it four-by-four. It’s the end of a dehydrating day spent working in a haze of heat and orange dust. Digging, sieving, scraping. Tstetse flies biting through clothing, sweat bees dipping … Continue reading →

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The song I know of Africa (who doesn’t know one of me)

Posted on June 11, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

Is that a humming sound? Hum becomes buzz. An insect passes by, unhurried. Buzz fades into hum again – and the insect vanishes. A bird on creaking wings utters a plaintive call as it crosses the glinting river and heads … Continue reading →

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Africa, the first time. Passports are important things.

Posted on April 10, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

You learn a lot from travel, not always the obvious things about culture, diversity, language and stuff. My first trip to Africa taught me that you really should keep your passport up to date. Especially if you have ‘journalist’ as your … Continue reading →

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A man walks into a bar. . . Pub conversation, Zambia-style

Posted on April 1, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

Football. It’s a universal language – well except in the USA of course. (What’s that? That other game they play with the pointy ball that isn’t rugby? American football. Doh.) Anthro-man walks into a bar. In Zambia. ‘Hello, how are … Continue reading →

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Bonfire of the insanities

Posted on January 3, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

The track is overgrown with tall grass, but a vehicle definitely passed this way, once upon a time. That should be a comfort, but it isn’t. I peer at the guide book in the yellow light of my torch and … Continue reading →

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