WEALTH OF IDEAS

When I started writing this post, I intended to talk about how bad I felt about having missed the Zimbabwe International Book Fair, but as the piece developed, it morphed into other areas: it got stuck, like I was, in Nairobi, revealed some Kenya Airways passengers' discussion of the Chinese presence in Africa, and it  touched on what I imagined would be the nature of my arrival in Harare, and how long I would stay there before proceeding to Zvishavane. I had also thought I would find time to travel to other places: Chimanimani, for the Arts festival; Chiredzi, to visit a family friend;  Chivi, to visit the place they say I was born; Bulawayo, to see Sizinda, a place in Tshabalala, which is the setting of one of my stories; and  Mozambique, for reasons I am not yet qualified to write about on this blog. But when I arrived, I would discover that I didn't have that much time to be dreaming about visiting these places, and that I should have known this, that whe...

A line of trees outside of the Kohls department store in Natomas, Sacramento. I started off shopping with the family, then after a while, when there was nothinig else interesting for me to see in the store, I excused myself and went outside to put my camera to use. Somehow the linearity of these trees, truly an obession in tree-planting here (as in a lot of other urban locales), always amazes me. You have to appreciate linear beauty whenever you get a chance, and these trees, aren't they just beautiful. They briefly follow a creek, then they stop, to mark the end of the shopping's parking lot. But still, they are trees. Since the beginning of the summer, and in anticipation of my upcoming trip to Zimbabwe, I have been exploring coastal Northern California with my family. While on the road, I have also rediscovered my interest in photography. Rediscovered in the right word, because I used to take a lot of photos in Zimbabwe (over sixteen years ago), especially in the rural...