Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Travels through memories past - more old pics
from grass house to wooden house. Our next home. Dry season and rainy season. My mother still lives in this house
So after the sepia Chibembe days (last post) we moved to a more permanent camp. This one not on the banks of the hungry river, but on a quiet blue-green ox-bow lagoon. Full of water and lurking crocodiles in the rains, green and puku studded in the dry season. Chibembe has almost entirely been eaten by the river now - all that remains are a few crumbling, stubborn structures, when we-ing about the Good Old Days.
We moved to Kapani when I was about 7 or 8 and stayed.
This valley is home. My DNA is scattered amongst the mopane trees, soars up with the crowned cranes at dusk hollering 'Owani, owani!', floats out over the river into the quiet dark ebony groves and digs iteslf into the fine glittery sand of the dried up river beds. My ghost will surely hang out here when I die.
The guest houses. What am I WEARING??