What do you think of when the word gardening is mentioned? Alan Titchmarsh, Percy Thrower, older ladies in straw hats gently clipping off flowers to put in their baskets? How about the slash and burn of extreme gardening? Francis, a Nigerian who appears only too happy to come and set our garden in order, today introduced me to horticulture in Africa. There is a rumour in certain circles that I am a not so closetted pyromaniac. Today there were enough flames to satisfy even me. The land needs to be cleared before we can do anytihing with it and this is the quickest way, even if it did provoke a text from another ex-pat to Fraser - "Did you know your garden's on fire!" I was relieved that Francis had cleared a fire break near our new fence before he torched the place.
I'm hopeful that we'll be able to grow enough to have some food to give
away. Many of the TCNN students struggle to make ends meet and if we
can help by providing a little extra it'll be a good way to show
our appreciation that we've been given such a lovely place to live.
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Besa meets a refugee from the flames |
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