Wednesday 12 November 2008

April 9, ____.

Last night I dreamt Zimbabwe had turned into a barren wasteland.

There were no trees, no plants, no animals, no birds, no people.

The only things left were the wind and the dust.

1 comment:

Anukatri said...

Hi there! Read parts of your Diary and thought it's gripping and realistic. I'm doing something similar here in Finland, but unfortunately it's most in Finnish. (Dialogues in English, because the people don't speak Finnish). Good luck with your work!