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“In the middle of the night she woke up when her father touched her shoulder in the dark. ‘Get up,’ he said quietly. ‘Do you hear it?’ Then she heard the singing at the corners of the house–the deep, full tone of the moisture-laden south wind.
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Before getting married I lived in a rural Zulu community for two years where I taught English at a mission school. The Msinga area is a network of valleys joined by the hip-sway of dusty roads that curve round the side of the hills that keep the Tugela River company as it runs on its course to the sea. 640 more words
I am singularly uninspired tonight, battle-weary and fatigued, but I have to write about my Lenten reading: I said I would. And in spite of this blogger being a woman, and in spite of the book being “about” a woman, this is actually a man’s book about real men, about being a good man – or, by contrast, realizing what a defective man is. 613 more words