Dancing With Africa

The consequences begin to reveal themselves and after a few weeks when I find
myself in a different country, in a rather dilapidated house, quite alone in unfamiliar
and strange circumstances. The reality comes zooming in and mild panic replaces
any normal thought.

The book is set in Kadoma, Zimbabwe where I originally came from and thirty
years later how things had changed. Visiting a place as I did for many years and
actually living there are two very different things.

However I am African, I hear the beat and feel the rhythm and so the dance
begins. I encounter Africa as a strange combination of gentleness and extreme
harshness. Breaking through those layers is when the dance can begin in earnest,
but are we not all dancing with Africa?

I invite you to dance with me through South Africa, Zimbabwe, Botswana,
Namibia and Zambia and hear the beat of the drums.