Siobhan McDonough, Writer
A week (to the hour) before my flight from Lusaka, I came home to a broken back door lock. “Just to let you know, one of our locks needs to be replaced.” I texted my housemates, and then paused. “Oh s***. we might’ve been broken into.” I walked into my room and everything was in…
It was an overcast day, my favourite weather, like Scotland in the early autumn – late afternoon in the season in Zambia where the last flowering trees are coming into bloom and everything is beginning to grow from the rain. Most of the garden was still dust-coloured, but around the arbour was both flower…