Tag: Zambia
Giraffe Pose
Giraffe photos by Maher Kassar We spent at least half an hour watching these two giraffes fighting one evening at Mfuwe in South Luangwa National Park. The wrestling match could go on for days, until one of them walks away. And then still the other might follow for more.
Simba
Photos by Maher
Follow Your Husband
Conversation with a caretaker at a children’s park in Lusaka ------------ Woman: You are a Hindu, uh? I shake my head Woman: So you are a muslim? But you are not wearing a scarf on your head. Anyway, some don’t, uh? But why do you want to cover up your beauty when it was not … Continue reading Follow Your Husband
Lakka Lakka like a Fire Cracker
This one's for my Z school friends- Me: Do you guys want to try these crackers? Leila: Wat dat cracker mum? Me: They're like Nayla's. They're yummy. Rahul (South African accent): Lakka lakka like a fire cracker.
Zamsick
I'm posting at Multicultural Mothering today about finally going home. It's been 9 years since I returned to Zambia. I can't believe I can say that, and I know it's mainly due to my complacency. Now that Leila and Rahul are in the picture, I'm motivated to get us all over there. Soon. I've wanted … Continue reading Zamsick
Father Who? Oh! You Mean Papa Noel.
I used to get two presents from my parents on the 25th of December, one for Christmas, and one for my birthday. I don’t remember if I was bothered that my brothers, in fact, that MANY people get presents on MY birthday. I don’t remember if I ever thought that Santa Claus was real. I … Continue reading Father Who? Oh! You Mean Papa Noel.
Dear Dr. Seuss (part 2)
Dirt Feet My hair is long, From neglected times gone My eyes are red, Watering the African Violets In my head My heart is heavy, Listening for sounds, Memories not ready My feet are bare, Together a pair How rare the sweet smell, Of wet, black soil, Caught between my toes No longer without a … Continue reading Dear Dr. Seuss (part 2)
Pancakes, Chocolate Milk, and an Award.
I got an award. The Versatile Blogger Award. The last time I was awarded anything I was 16. So man was I shocked, and ecstatic! And it's for my blogging. I only started doing this a few months ago. I'm a novice. It's encouraging to know that someone is reading this stuff though, and even … Continue reading Pancakes, Chocolate Milk, and an Award.
Raksha bandan – bond of protection
When I lived in Zambia my family celebrated Raksha Bandan, a North Indian festival that honours the love between sisters' and brothers'. It falls on a full moon in August every year. My parents, aunts and uncles took a day off work, we a day off school. We dressed in traditional Indian clothes and jewelery, … Continue reading Raksha bandan – bond of protection
Natasha Devalia 