I did my first offsite project this week and it kind of made me sure that I may not want to stay here in the long term. Things happened (that I don’t want to go into detail at this point) that now I am sure that unless things change, I will move out as soon as a suitable opportunity comes my way.
The weekend was a very relaxing one, where I just binged watched the dramas I missed during the week.
Now, here’s to a wonderful week ahead and hope everyone has a fantastic week ahead.
Another usual week for the children.
GG is busy preparing for their show choir competition which is towards the end of the month. She has a solo singing part and is supposedly one of the leads. The competition will take place on a Saturday and they will have to be at school quite early and the day will end quite late. Their school’s run of the draw means they will be one of the last school’s to perform.
Yesterday, BB’s school had a Value-In-Action project for th secondary 2 students which was had compulsory attendance. The theme was going green and they went around the neighbourhood asking people for old clothes, newspapers etc and BB had a great time with his friends. They also raised $10,000 Singapore dollars to give to charity and the children were chuffed about it.
Have a blessed Sunday folks!
The Hairdresser of Harare: A Novel – Tendai Huchu
Vimbai is the best hairdresser in Mrs. Khumalo’s salon, and she is secure in her status until the handsome, smooth-talking Dumisani shows up one day for work. Despite her resistance, the two become friends, and eventually, Vimbai becomes Dumisani’s landlady. He is as charming as he is deft with the scissors, and Vimbai finds that he means more and more to her. Yet, by novel’s end, the pair’s deepening friendship—used or embraced by Dumisani and Vimbai with different futures in mind—collapses in unexpected brutality.
The novel is an acute portrayal of a rapidly changing Zimbabwe. In addition to Vimbai and Dumisani’s personal development, the book shows us how social concerns shape the lives of everyday people.
Alone
In a sea of people, I am alone,
Lonely and in solitude, as I’d always known.
People around me talking and laughing,
But my ears hear only noise which seems like babbling.
Their mirth fills my ears but I still choose to ignore,
Passing off their talk as useless rancour.
I know in my heart, I am being anti-social,
But it seems like ignorance is perhaps blissful.
I don’t get sucked into people’s worlds,
Watch their lives, as it unfurls.
It’s a job, not my life which is already full of strife
I prefer to be alone, a loner all my life
Alone means being with your thoughts,
Alone means facing life head on, even its onslaughts
I love being alone, it’s never a pain
To pretend to like being with people, to have to feign
The In-Between World of Vikram Lall – M.G. Vassanji
Vikram Lall comes of age in 1950s Kenya, at the same time that the colony is struggling towards independence. Against the unsettling backdrop of Mau Mau violence, Vic and his sister Deepa, the grandchildren of an Indian railroad worker, search for their place in a world sharply divided between Kenyans and the British. We follow Vic from a changing Africa in the fifties, to the hope of the sixties, and through the corruption and fear of the seventies and eighties. Hauntingly told in the voice of the now exiled Vic, The In-Between World of Vikram Lall is an acute and bittersweet novel of identity and family, of lost love and abiding friendship, and of the insidious legacy of the British Empire.
