Reflections from the Zambezi

Sometimes when you are about to do something, you know must do, you wish somehow it could wait or someone else could do it on your behalf. But try as you may to avoid it. You must do it. That’s the situation I found myself in, in late February this year, when it was clear that I had to travel to Zimbabwe when my late mum was admitted at the University Teaching Hospital in Lusaka. I had to travel in order to bring Aunty Jescah (mum’s young sister) to be close to mum during her illness. I travelled on 25th February 2009 using a Piooner Bus from Zimbabwe. The bus left Lusaka at 15 30. We arrived in Harare at about 01 00. Such is the agony of travelling by bus. Taking almost 10 hours for a journey a car would take 6 hours or better still a plane 1 hour. The journey was made shorter by a lively discussion on religious and Christian matters by a Charismatic brother who was answering various questions from some passengers nearby. Zimbabweans can talk. Despite trying to follow the discussion c...