Last of the Rhodesians (Ref: General)

I am the daughter of a Rhodesian military man and was born in Bulawayo, Rhodesia in 1973. I consider myself one of the last generation who may remember Rhodesia as it was, though I was not old enough to know much about what was happening around me back then. Indeed I was one of the little school children who was told to stand on Enterprise Road in Harare waving the new flag and welcoming the new government back in the 80s. It is only in recent years, after completing a project (editing a book) that I have really come to understand the battle that was taking place around me back then.


Many years later I have found myself inextricably drawn to the plight of the Rhodesians and to the Zimbabweans now. It has been said many times that Rhodesia was once the bread basket of Africa and is no more, that statement is undeniably true, but it is also true that this came at a cost. Today, the land is fruitless and the people are no more free than 40 years ago. The only people who won that vicious bush war in the 60s and 70s were the fat cats that now 'govern' the country.

I hope over time to relay my feelings and hopefully in return get feedback to help me learn more about the country of my birth. I am proudly Rhodesian even though we moved from Zimbabwe many years ago. I naively wish that Zimbabwe has a chance to regain its integrity and pride.

Ashley 
Silverling Inspired Publishing Ltd
www.silverlinginspired.co.uk
Publisher of "in the Shadow of the Tokolosh"