It’s a Namibian Thing II

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Here is a picture of Oranjemund long before I was born. It’s stark. Not a lot of green. In fact there is zero greenery. Look at it. This is what my ‘pioneering’ parents came to from the UK after WW2.

No rationing or a cottage in sleepy village in Oxfordshire for them. No. They’d rather chuck it all in, follow a dream and go live in a box in the sand in the world’s oldest desert!

I cannot relate to their determination to seek a new life in Africa if meant going to live in a pondok. But they’d just come through the war and I suppose this was the lesser of two evils maybe?

Truth is, my dad had skills that De Beers needed. They, (De Beers and the township elders) did not know it but my mum had skills and talent too. Her talents would reveal themselves in later years once the township matured into a fullblown town and childcare became an issue. She founded the nursery school. Its’ a Namibian thing.

I have been away too long. I will be back. I need to get earthed again.

It’s A Namibian Thing