Ireland can make a huge difference to landless farmers of Zimbabwe
The southern winter is a glorious thing with chilly nights and warm days, dust in the air and lungs, the harvested maize stalks withering in stooped ranks, the chapped lips and static in the air, the smell of fires at dusk and the skies that go on forever. And the land burned gold and brown in the absence of rain. The land. Begetter of life and instigator of tragedies.
"The land that has happened inside us, this nobody can take away from us, not even ourselves."
The words belong to the South African writer, Andre Brink, and were written 40 years ago when the struggle against apartheid was at its most bitter.