Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Vanishing Way Of Life

For the last several years of my life, I have been visiting my wife's world -- a remote plateau at the other side of a spectacular pass. But in my 2018 book An Arranged Love, I wrote about a sea change: "It seemed to me that mine might have been the last celebration of lobola (the bride price) on the farm. I was not only the first White man to present my gifts there, but maybe the last man altogether." Sadly, this week, I discovered that the old folks are moving off the plateau, to settle in the nearest town. OBSERVATION: But there may be one last reunion on the plateau. I took the photo of my parents-in-law's house on New Year's Eve.

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