I broke down not where my father died but where he played. After leaving Lusaka we were in Kabwe my boyhood home. In early 1969, Dad, Mum and 3 girls and 4 boys arrived in what was a prosperous and wealthy Zambia. Neem Tree my school from 1970 and Parker, Broadway and Jersey Mine were 1st world schools and some, government policy to let all have a piece of the pie meant that non had any. I will always support the bold policy that crushed my world but gave so much to so many others. We had arrived Irene, Arnold, Selwyn, Midge, Andrew, me and the baby Hanna as children tp this new railway town. Its smells and vibrance will always be recognisable to me. It is where my hero and super man my father seemed invinsible and undestructable. To my sisters their handsome Dad to the boys a model of a bofy build my Dad. I melted in Kabwe and not in the house where he died in Luamshya in 2006. The Australian hat, camera and car were the mark of Daddy. I had expected to cry by a grave but I cried by the grain of a sweet memory.
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 08:17:19 +0000