Wild sourplums, or mungomba, as the Tonga people call them, taste like pucker maraschino cherries infused with almond.
Our guava season has ended, and what a season it was. For the first time ever, hardly a guava was stung by pests and we had more fruit than we knew what to do with.
September and October for us here in the Zambezi Valley is much like it is for haute couture in Paris: it’s Fashion Week.
Three years ago today, I flew out of a desert — Botswana’s Makgadikgadi Salt Pans that reflected so well my own emptiness — and landed on a piece of Africa tucked into the edge of the Zambezi Valley
I’ve loved the band, Queen, for as long as I can remember.
It’s been nearly a year since eighteen small Zambians carried their brightly-colored plastic chairs into a makeshift, mud-walled room to start their education at our farm’s new preschool and day care cente