There wasn’t anything I feared more than Mum’s talks. They could be like the repotting. Anything could land on you
Finally the winds of change that had blown first in Ghana when the decolonisation movement began in 1952, made their way south down to Rhodesia, the last outpost of empire in Africa.
The winds of change blew us out of our township and into the suburbs.
The winds of changed blew me into the Queen Victoria Memorial Library.
