Hilary and I traveled to Zimbabwe with our son, Ben. We were visiting our daughter, Eleanor, and her husband, Johno. This trip was full of delights, a weekend in Nyanja, a huge Thursday night dinner with friends, visits to various friends and relations. Despite financial chaos and continual political uncertainty, the Zimbabweans I met seemed strangely content and fiercely loyal to their country.
On the flight home, I started composing this song. It started as an electronic song with funky beats but slowly morphed into this sad lament.