The Big House is where we were born and brought up. The Big House is symbolic of this family, and to this family. It is a big house, built around a lawned courtyard, with bougainvillea and flowering vines. There are verandahs, arches, many big rooms. Once upon a time it was alive and strong. Now the white ants have eaten the parquet flooring in the sun lounge. The wild bees have swarmed in the chimneys and the roof. Honey drips through the ceilings. The billiard room has been turned into a flat, and my brother’s ex-wife stays there when she visits from Cape Town. The electric wiring is unreliable and she complains that the servants are raw and useless, “straight off the farm”. For the past twenty years the house has been not been permanently occupied. Because it is isolated, and usually empty, sometime ago the night watchman took the opportunity to remove most of the furniture. Somebody has built a modern swimming pool in the middle of the garden. It looks incongruous, stuck out there like a silly petticoat on a beautiful, gracious old lady. And, because The Big House is on The Farm, my oldest brother has jurisdiction over it.
The Farm
The Farm is not only a tobacco farm. It is situated a few kilometres south of Harare. Harare is getting closer all the time from the north, and Dvarasekwa from the south. I went round the farm with my brother for the first time in many years. Apart from nearly being written off by a sand truck (a “watch tower church” truck according to the men at the sand plant!) we had a look at the tobacco, the mealies, My other brother’s cattle, and the Stud. We saw a stray dog hunting near the Stud. How do I feel about The Farm? Ambivalent. When I knew it well it was a farm, now it is like a factory.
In Australia my dreams are of Africa.
In Africa there is no need to dream? Or, no need to remember dreams? Is Australia the place of dreaming? It feels like Australia ceases to exist when I’m in Africa.
Note: This is an excerpt from a paper I presented at The University of Woolongong in about 1999. I was in Zimbabwe in 1996/97 to research for my Honours Dissertation. I am not able to reproduce the paper in it’s entirety for personal reasons.
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