Landie bumping along a dusty road - which makes for a great sunset and more!

Seems Most of My Life in Africa Conjures Images of DUST!

Dusty roads on the farms I grew up on alongside fields of maize (corn), tobacco, soyabeans and wheat; billowing up behind motorbikes, trucks, tractors and trailors weighed down with loud farm workers, legs dangling over the sides – sometimes smiling, often singing [before the nightmare set in with the Millenium];

Dusty twisters blowing across the dry lands in winter; eagles and vultures soaring up high, using the dusty wind thermals to ease their flight weary wings while scanning the bush below for prey – wheeling up against cobalt blue skies again and again; skies clear of cloud and rain for endless months before the ITCZ (Inter Tropical Convergence Zone) lowered itself over Zimbabwe from up North, bringing the first of many dark, threatening storms in November;

Dusty roads in the hot, searing heat of the Zambezi valley, excited eyes peeled for lion and their cubs panting in an afternoon siesta on the road, or elephant grey still shapes in the thick forests making the most of leafy cool shade in the mid-day high;

Granite Gate to Mvurwi, Zimbabwe

Dusty yards being incessently swept bare outside wooden mud huts on many of the farms we drove through on our way back home, into town, down to Kariba, or up to the highlands of Nyanga.

DUST that I was so eager to escape after 8 dry, parched months where dust covered everything, outside railings, plants, roads and cars; inside shelves, tables, floors and photos; we were constantly trying to clean up after that thin, fine, brown powder!

In the Sticks

Our quest for “clean” became embedded in our quest for “freedom” from DUST – from struggling against a lunatic government, ethnic fuelled politics, a plummeting economy, the terror of not being able to leave and desperation to secure a better future for our children. This DUST blew us half way around the globe – from Africa to New Zealand, back to Africa and on to Canada – all within the space of 5 years!

Zimbabweans are now a world- wide diaspora, spanning the globe much the same as the Irish at the beginning of the last century. Economic freefall still has a strangle hold on our homeland back in Africa, which now boasts the highest Inflation on record in the world – much like the dust that we loved, choked on and escaped ~ or did we?

About Anne Dix

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3 Responses to Dust…

  1. Allan Katz says:

    Hi, my name is Allan Katz and i’m a writer in L.A.. I’m in a writers group with a Vancouverite named Lynn Dix. Wondered if you were related. happened to see your name on twitter. – Allan

  2. Allan says:

    It’s an informal group of writers. I’m a screenwriter (DIAMONDS for Miramax). the others include a producer and pro writers who want to have more success at screenwriting. I have a buisness where besides trying to sell my scripts to studios I advertise on the Internet and people hire me to write screenplays for them. These are people not in the buisness. I was building up my twitter account 100lbsin100sec when I saw your name. I lost 100 lbs last year and share with people my writing and weight loss journey. Lynn actually said she knew of you. I can’t find her e-mail. You are something like a relative of a cousin of hers. I’m from Montreal, living in L.A.. My best friend growing up lives in Vancouver. Earl Kay (aka Kaminsky) an artist.

  3. Allan says:

    I counted calories, exercized and used no tricks. gypsydix@hotmail.com, is the e-mail for Lyn Dix a filmmaker from Vancoucer who’s in my writers group. She is not related to me, but thinks you might be a distant relative. You look 27 in your picture. You must have been four when you had your son. – Allan

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