All the laughter and fun, however, couldn't hide the fact that we weren't there because we chose to be. We were there because if we'd remained in Zimbabwe, we'd be dead, dying or facing a grim daily struggle for basic survival.
Monday, 1 September 2008
I went to the Zimfest last Saturday. It was a great day - hot and sunny and I bumped into loads of people I know. We sat on the grass, drinking Zimbabwean lager, eating Zimbabwean food and listening to Zimbabwean music and just for a second or two we could almost imagine we were back in Harare.