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Jun 2016
the clouds hang very low
like my heart rather sore
the distance to the depths
makes your thoughts dizzy
this is the top of the world
made mystic by a waterfall
cascading down the cheeks
of a mythical bride in tears
wetting the earth endlessly
so walk softly here friend;it's
easy to  land on your teeth
tread easy and slow friend
your shoe is all wrong i say
but that's the beauty of it all
people fall all the time here
i too fell in the mist of night
with the sound of the waterfall
lulling my unease till indeed i fell
welcome o you lovelorn people
welcome to this jewel where people
are always falling,  falling in and out
of step with the  wily seasons
Chimanimani is a place high up the eastern highlands of Zimbabwe. The air here is rare and pure and you can almost smell the Indian Ocean far to the east in neighbouring Mozambique. It's generally always raining in Chimanimani and so the ground is always wet and rather slippery due to the clay soils.Most strangers tend to be wearing the wrong shoes and they keep falling. I am also punning on the word 'fall'. My first and only visit to Chimanimani was a falling one!
david mungoshi
Written by
david mungoshi  Gweru, Zimbabwe
(Gweru, Zimbabwe)   
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