Tag Archives: Swaziland
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
Socks and drugs and rocks that roll
Baby elephants are cute, yes? Ever been knocked flying by one? I have. Through a fence. I was leaning on it at the time. He was being ‘introduced’ back into the wild. I’d been feeding him oranges. That’s gratitude for … Continue reading
Anyone for brains?
I’ve never eaten brains, but I did once watch someone do it. I remember the meal through a retrospective filter of nausea, not because of the brains, but because next morning I flew into Matsapha, Swaziland, in a small plane. … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 