Zimbabwe

Dusty roads, big smiles and men with names like Obey, Active and Never are what come to mind when I think about my trip to Zimbabwe. I had the pleasure of traveling there for work last month to a small town called Beitbridge on the South African border.  The long drive through South African savannahs dotted with the mangled trunks of Baobab trees, passing through towns where funeral parlours were the fanciest buildings made it all too clear that I definitely was not home.

Photo courtesty LaertesCTB

And my home was even harder to explain at the border.

Immigration officer: "Tree-nee-dad end Toobogo. My sistah, where is thees place?"

wordless wednesday - Mandela House

Sitting on the steps of Mandela's old house on Vilakazi Street, Soweto.