Dads are a diverse breed. They are not one personality, one role, one age. They speak different languages – some use their words, others their hugs; some communicate through quality time, gifts or acts of kindness. Some prefer calm waters, others like their rivers rugged… Whichever kind of Dad you are, however…
Following on from our feature on sunsets, we bring you a celebration of the night. “Darkness — like silence, like solitude — belongs to that class of blessings increasingly endangered in modern life yet vitally necessary to the human spirit,” Maria Popova writes in her piece, In Praise of Darkness. As a civilisation,…
It was morning, becoming late morning quickly. As it does when your head is under the duvet, denying the intrusion of sunlight. And you, an early riser, always, you let me lie in. You didn’t make a sound. I would have heard; I was listening closely, waiting for you. It…
When you live close to nature, as we do on the Zambezi River, you find yourself taking on a few rather peculiar practices. Obsessive pattern-searching in the clouds and leaves. Potato bush scent-trailing. And, a Royal Chundu favourite… moongazing. As with birdwatching, you find your gaze turning skyward as the light of day…
“The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always…
There is a saying among the Luvale people in Zambia: “We went as makishi, we return as humans.” Canoeing on the Zambezi, I feel something quite the opposite. It is a human, mere human, who embarks on the adventure and a makishi who returns – sociable, ambiguous, aggressive and royal. The Makishi are the masquerade…
