Tag Archives: Romance
Oh, sweet-heart! (and why you don’t need a cake tin to make a sponge cake)
I’ve thought a lot about the warthogs and I’ve reached a conclusion. They’re not going to stop me. I need out. I need to shop – no, don’t be sexist, not that kind of shopping, food shopping. I’m cooking for … Continue reading
Mr Sledge sings thrice & the Land Rover doesn’t turn into a pumpkin
‘When a ma-an loves a wom-an . . . ’ Percy’s warming up, the same song three times, the same lines three times, testing the sound system. Not sure we can stay till he does his thing for real because … Continue reading
Tapeworm eggs, Sheba’s Breasts and Waiting for a Friend
I’m having a flashback to the weekend before the exile. I’m all alone, kneeling in front of a tarpaulin, staring at a huge chunk of bloody flesh and bone – an impala’s hindquarters. Impalas leap as they run, springing off … Continue reading
Sex, politics and Marvin Gaye
The phone rings at the pineapple farm. It’s for me – but I’m not there. To use the parlance of our times* – this is epic. To understand why, imagine a world where there’s no email, a world where every … Continue reading
Banished
My last night in the bush. Last bath in a tin tub, perched on a ledge, way above the plain. By day you might see zebras as you wash away the dust. By night you lie back, gazing on shooting … Continue reading
A sinister cave, the Twins at St Clare’s & a rather radical departure
I don’t like caves. There’s one in Zambia I never want to see again, a jagged hole in a shard of grey rock that punctures a flat horizon. At night sometimes it hums. A jackal lives there – he ventures … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 