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In my African Childhood

May 29, 2019 2:51 am

Today, Rick shared a poem on Write Out Loud called ‘Old Time Religion’ and I was totally inspired.  His words took me straight back to growing up in what was then, Northern Rhodesia.

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Mum with Quinten Quinebelle III or Quicksie for short, in the early 1960’s.

In my African childhood.

 

We lived next door to a ‘church’,

could hear their fervent chest-beating,

shouting at all times of the day and night.

So could our prize-winning show-dog.

 

A Beagle barking continuously

can be annoying… but not enough

to warrant throwing an axe

hitting and chopping off her leg.

 

Her Agricultural show career ended

although she enjoyed the breeding…

We moved away to safer neighbours,

our dog limping through her dreams.

 

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2019

 

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  1. Reblogged this on Perth Words… exploring possibilities. and commented:

    After watching the BBC documentary series on Africa, memories of my childhood swirled…

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    By Frances Macaulay Forde on September 17, 2021 at 3:09 am

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