Return to Hatcliffe
Just outside of Harare Zimbabwe there is a township called Hatcliffe. It is a place with a complicated past and an uncertain future… Strong hearts live in Hatcliffe, and we are privileged to call some of the people that we have met there our friends.
Last year was the beginning. Introductions between some of the children and Publish The Quest members were made, and smiles were exchanged. We played music, and had one hell of a dance party! But, naturally, the kids were a bit shy… when it came time to say our goodbyes, nobody knew for certain if we would have the good fortune to meet up again someday.
We saw almost all of the children that we met from last year while in Hatcliffe this year. It felt like we were never apart! Everything picked up right were it left off.. I looked to my right to see Mark drawing pictures with a bunch of the kids, while to my left, Chris was showing William and Takunda how to blow in to his Saxophone…
Soccer balls that were donated by my long time Island friend Sergai, were inflated and games started in every direction! Activities of all kinds take us through the day.
Two of the guitars that were so thoughtfully donated to us by people in our wonderful Seattle community were strummed, lessons on tuning and basic chords were given, and One of the older boys, Eddie, played some of his tunes for us..
He had heard PTQ’s first album, The Threads, that was left as a gift last year, and asked me to play the title track for him.. His favorite. When we came to the end of the song, he hummed the flute line back at me and we both cracked up… Some of the kids got a chance to do some filming with the cameras we brought, and look back at photos and discuss which ones were there favorites, and why..
Once the rice and chicken were done being cooked everybody lined up against Rita’s house in the shade to sit and eat.. Hugs were exchanged, and the guitars were left at the house as communal instruments.
Long goodbyes were exchanged with the hopes that we will all meet up again.. The van ride back to Harare was quiet. As the giant sun dropped to touch the horizon, my mind raced with the events from the day… so many special moments, so many special smiles..
- Jacob & Publish The Quest
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