Some years ago, we had a visitor from Harare who came to Bulawayo to exhume his father's body so it could be cremated. At the time of his father's death, the crematorium had not been working so he had to bury him, although his wish had been to be cremated. The fact that his father's last wish was unfulfilled had obviously lain heavily on his heart as exhuming a body is no easy feat. His brother and sister told him he was mad and just wasting money for 'Dad would have understood'.
Cremation has become something of a problem in Zimbabwe and many people have resorted to using the Hindu cremation facilities or driving a loved one's body hundreds of kilometres to the nearest working facility.
This man's father was in the RAF and I could see how his son might take after him: upright, in command, well-spoken and no-nonsense. Today I get a phone call from him and straight away recognise the cheery 'tally-ho' voice. He is coming to Bulawayo in February and would like to stay with us again. He doesn't give me exact dates at the moment, but I hope we can accommodate him as February is getting quite busy.
In the evening, we have an inquiry from a lady in South Africa. I feel sure she has stayed before as well. She would like to book for a week in March, but, unfortunately, we are full.
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