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Nyika, I love you

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As you will see after reading this book the synopsis of Alice’s life, hers was an up bringing which was arguably the envy of any number of people. A life worth living and her world full of adventure, excitement and enjoyment, at times overwhelmingly sad lessons. She has contributed to this planet, indeed making it a better place for Zimbabwean Wildlife & her people. Her cup truly overflowed in many respects and she has very few regrets. Alice clearly has a will of her own. Her love will always be the African Bush, specifically the Zimbabwean Lowveld and Chishakwe, The Save Valley Conservancy.

“In the grand race of life, I’ve encountered more potholes than most, but now, oh now, I’m cruising on the express lane, wind in my hair, and not a speed limit in sight, baby!”.

Alice Vye Henningway

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The Clowns of Solitaire

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Joanna Hagen embarked on a personal odyssey, driving over 8,000 kilometers (5,000 miles) in her second-hand, landmine proof army truck. You see the route she would take was littered with landmines from the civil unrest in southern Africa.
With her commercial truck driver’s license in hand, she set off on a journey of exploration, eager to delve into the uncharted territories of her soul and discover the boundless potential of the open road after a traumatic event had shattered her world.
From the rugged terrain of Zimbabwe to the awe-inspiring vistas of the Namibian desert, Joanna encountered a world of extraordinary beauty and infinite possibility. She shared warm meals and kind words with a compassionate Mozambican Gogo, found joy and laughter with three clowns in a town called Solitaire and drove through the endless Namibian desert, gaining profound insights from the wise Bushmen of Botswana. She took time to drink in the night skies and embrace the sun rise as it tingled with expectations of adventure and challenging scenarios whilst encompassing hilarious almost unbelievable moments.
But it was in the small town of Solitaire, Namibia, where Joanna experienced a moment of profound clarity that would change her life forever. In the face of harrowing obstacles and heartbreaking setbacks, Joanna remained steadfast and resolute, driven by her unwavering desire to overcome adversity and reclaim her life on her own terms.
“The Clowns of Solitaire” is Joanna’s powerful and inspiring memoir, a testament to her unbreakable spirit and indomitable will. Her story reminds us that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope and that the most extraordinary adventures lie within the untapped depths of our own hearts and minds.
Join Joanna on her incredible journey, as she discovers the transformative power of introspection and the boundless potential of the open road.

Blackbirds at Dawn

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FOR SOMEONE WHOSE LIFE HAS SWUNG BETWEEN EXTREMES, NORMALITY MIGHT SEEM LIKE A FOREIGN LANDSCAPE –  A TRANQUIL HAVEN AMIDST THE TURBULENT CURRENTS OF EXISTENCE. DO YOU THINK THAT’S WHAT JOE WOULD SETTLE FOR? WOULD JOE, BE ABLE TO SETTLE AT ALL?

Jo embarked on a monumental journey once again, just when she thought it may be over, bidding farewell to Zimbabwe with a heart heavy with emotion yet charged with anticipation. Every cherished possession, from her beloved army truck to the faithful companionship of Marmalade, DJ, and Shaka, found new homes as she prepared to carve a new path. With a fortune secured in gold and American dollars from the renowned emporium, Ali & Co., Jo navigated the labyrinth of farewells and preparations with steely resolve.

In the expanse of the African landscape, she traversed the rugged roads from Zimbabwe to Cape Town, each kilometer a testament to her determination. Along the way, the scenery unfolded in a breathtaking panorama — from the sprawling savannas of Zimbabwe to the majestic vistas of the South African countryside. The road, etched with tales of travelers past, carried Jo forward, its twists and turns mirroring the complexities of her own journey.

Undeterred by the challenges that lay ahead, Jo ingeniously concealed her fortune, smuggling it across borders disguised amidst the mundane contents of Tupperware boxes. Sandwiches, adorned with lettuce shavings, concealed the precious cargo, offering a clever ruse to vigilant border officials. Through sheer ingenuity, she navigated the checkpoints, inching closer to her destination with each passing mile.

Upon reaching the vibrant shores of Cape Town, Jo’s odyssey took on new dimensions. At twenty-four, she stood on the threshold of possibility, her resolve unyielding in the face of uncertainty. Despite lacking South African citizenship, she forged ahead, determined to carve her niche in the city’s pulsating nightlife.

Amidst the neon-lit allure of Rhodes House, Jo toiled tirelessly, her perseverance unwavering despite the toll it exacted on her weary feet and soul. Nights bled into mornings as she embraced the relentless rhythm of the city, clad in her signature black dress, a testament to her unwavering spirit.

Yet, amidst the glittering facades and frenetic energy of Cape Town, Jo found herself grappling with existential questions. Beneath the veneer of success lurked shadows of doubt — would love find her amidst the transient throngs of the night? Would she ever find solace in the simple pleasures of a life untethered from the relentless pursuit of ambition?

As the city’s heartbeat pulsed around her, Jo stood poised at the precipice of possibility, her heart yearning for answers yet brimming with the resilience that had carried her thus far. In the tapestry of Cape Town’s kaleidoscopic skyline, she glimpsed the promise of tomorrow, a beacon of hope amidst the tumultuous seas of uncertainty.

The Silver Salad Spoons

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WILL THESE SIBLINGS RELATIONS REMAIN INTACT OR HAS A WAR AND DISTANCE CREATED THE HEART OF NO RETURN?

In the heart of Berlin, amidst the grandeur of a bustling city, I found myself cradling a precious bundle in my arms — my baby girl. As we gazed out of the towering window onto the tranquil expanse of the park below, a myriad of emotions surged within me, mingling with the awe of newfound parenthood. How had I come to this place, this moment, with her nestled against my chest?

Time whisked us away to Holland, where the gentle melodies of windmills and the vibrant hues of tulip fields greeted us. My daughter, once a tiny infant, now blossomed into a spirited toddler, her laughter echoing across the park as she chased fleeting dreams. Watching her learn to ride a bicycle, her tiny hands gripping the handlebars with determination, I marveled at the Dutch way of life — where cycling seemed almost a rite of passage, a dance with the wind and the whispers of history.

The Middle East beckoned, a land of golden sands and endless skies, where my daughter flourished under the sun-kissed embrace of a new home. Each day was a tapestry of discovery and wonder, woven with the threads of her laughter and the rhythm of her footsteps. In those moments, I felt truly blessed, as if the universe had conspired to grant me a glimpse of perfection amidst the chaos of existence.

Then, in the stillness of the night, the world shattered around me. At 02h00, as darkness held sway and whispers danced on the edges of consciousness, I received the fateful news — my mother had departed from this world, leaving behind a void that no words could fill. The perfection I had clung to so desperately crumbled before my eyes, leaving naught but fragments of shattered dreams in its wake.

Zimbabwe beckoned, a distant land fraught with memories and the specter of the past. It was a journey I had evaded for so long, a return to the embrace of family and the echoes of a bygone era. Yet, as the prospect loomed before me, so too did the weight of uncertainty — could we, my siblings and I, bridge the chasm of time and distance that separated us? Could we face the demons of our shared history, forged in the crucible of war and loss?

The logistics of death, mundane yet profound, cast their shadow over our grief-stricken hearts. In a land where the mundane could morph into the extraordinary, even the simple act of securing electricity became a Herculean task. How were we to preserve my mother’s body, a vessel of memories and love, in the absence of such basic necessities?

As I boarded the plane, each breath a whispered prayer, I found myself teetering on the precipice of the unknown. Back to Zimbabwe, back to the crucible of memories and the ghosts of yesterday. It was a journey I had evaded for so long, yet now, it beckoned with the urgency of destiny, drawing me inexorably towards the heartache and healing that awaited on distant shores.