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Once upon a time in a far off land there lived a little girl who loved making ‘mud pies’ when the rains came. The earth smelt so alive in the rainy season, it would squidge through her fingers into the most simplistic shapes and forms. After the long, dry spell, this was her absolute delight, as it was to bathe in the rain water, collecting in the old tin baths, under the thatched roof of the house.
In the distance she could sometimes hear the African drums filling the still, hot evening air, sending messages across the valley.
It was the time when flying ants left their hills to start new colonies, they also happened to be a tasty delicacy for people living in the local village. The villagers would lay in wait with their calabash bowls and dexterous fingers.
The mango trees were laden with luscious fruit, ripe for picking. Climbing on her Uncle’s shoulders to reach up and pluck the fruit from their stems, settling under the tree, slicing the fruit along the stone with a sharp penknife. Sucking the soft, deep yellow flesh, it was sweet and succulent, leaving sticky juice trickling down her neck and fingers and arms, back to the tubs for another bath.
This is the story of a little girl with bright blond hair whose life on earth began on the night of a full moon, on the banks of the river Congo, in deepest Africa, as near to the roots of mankind as you can get.
As she grew up and became an adult her story became a series of journeys through life.
