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Nigel

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To All our Guardian Angels I sit here to write this update, with my heart filled with gratitude.  A few weeks ago, here at BS Leon Trust we sent a message out to the world asking for help.  It’s something we’ve never done so openly, and this is down...
Harare Colour Sprint is a fun running event that promotes a healthy lifestyle at the same time raising funds for a good cause.
ʺAre you okay ?ʺ,I asked as I moved closer to the sobing lady.Tears kept streaming down her eyes as she responded,ʺI don’t have money,my daughter is seriously illʺ. She grasped the doctor’s report firmly and seemed to be re-reading it over and over again.For a moment, I even forgot that I had a...
Clutching her battered suitcase in her hand, she got off the bus and trudged down the dust road. Her eyes were filled with tears and all you could see was a poor soul begging for a little love and affection. She trotted down the dust road with a heavy heart, weary...
(Background and context) 1995– first ever encounter with depression,I got extremely sick kidney infection,general body weakness,my mouth stunk because I couldn’t even get out of bed to brush my teeth and when I did I opened my mouth and stalagtite and stalagmite.I could barely get down the stairs...
The stranger I met on that fateful day wasn’t so much strange as he was a mystery. He was someone I should know as well as I know anything in this universe but I soon realized I didn’t know the stranger as well as I thought. When...
I walked out of my cabin to be greeted by the blistering heat of the dessert, my forehead alreadycovered in a layer of perspiration from the morning activities. I lazily removed my camouflage coatas my boots swiftly moved towards the tent. The boisterous chatter of men...
“The land is crying for its people. The people are crying for the land. Do not be silent. Speak up for her.” - Australian Aboriginal You know those winter evenings on the highveld? Where red sunsets blacken the trees in shadow and dust hangs...
Today something quite serendipitous happened to me. And it reinforced what I’ve been feeling during this time in Zim and all we are going through at the moment. What I haven’t felt is despondent or pessimistic, and I often question this - thinking maybe I should join...
My late husband had written a novel about Zimbabwe and Ireland, unusually for him as he generally wrote academic books. We needed some advice on publishing, editing etc. and one day he said "Perhaps we'll meet a stranger on a train who might help us". Naturally...
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