Tanvir Naomi BushRadio, Writing, Zambia 3 Comments

Cambridge did itself proud today, bright and sun full and sharply chill with high, blue skies. It felt a little treacherous looking out of my window at it all, sitting with my headphones on and listening to play back of the interviews I had taken one night on the banks of the Kafue river in Zambia. The bush is noisy at night. Tree frogs, crickets, night jars, jackals, hippo and a far off lion sing, hoot, shriek, giggle and call in my headphones as I look out on my green and brown square British garden with Dennis the Squirrel making V signs at the pigeons. That squirrel! I should make him listen to this racket…he would pass out.

The past few days I have woken in the grey light of morning not knowing what country I’m in or how old I am. It is neither a nice nor a nasty sensation….just a disorientation. a feeling of being spun around in a whirlpool and not being sure which way to rise to the surface. It only lasts a moment but it is with relief I find myself this side of puberty. I have had it before after stressful travel between old homes and identities and it usually goes after a week or so but it is a remarkable sensation. Then again..I could be barking bonkers. It happens you know. Perhaps I am not wearing headphones at all………oh dear…

Comments 3

  1. Hi T,
    I love the way you describe the bush, I can almost hear the sounds…I am so excited at the possibility of your coming, am getting your room all ready in anticipation. 🙂


  2. Let me help you out. You are 22 single but perused by several rich handsome men. You live on a beach in a very rich and luxurious place and you are currently sipping a frozen alcoholic beverage made by glistening oil rubbed man who is waiting to give you a wonderful full body massage. Hey if you’re not sure anyway go for broke.

  3. and I will add that you are not losing your mind…….you have always been bonkers! 🙂
    Dont you just love friends like me xxx

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