
Lessons From My Father
The first person who ever took me for a buffet at an upmarket hotel was my dad. This was at the Meikles Hotel in Harare, still considered a fancy place by today’s standards of the city, with porters in white gloves and tail coats to welcome you to the grandeur of the place – styled around colonial nostalgia. I remember savouring everything at the serving … Continue reading Lessons From My Father