Whilst browsing through a bookstore last week, I found myself drawn to the cover photograph on the dustjacket of Rainbow's End. The child on the front reminded me of someone. Upon discovering what the book was about, I rushed to the till, paid my money and before I knew it, found myself sitting at home reading.
It didn't take too long to realise that this book could have been written about ME. Lauren St John writes about her childhood on a farm in Zimbabwe in such a way that I found myself transported back in time. I was reminded of memories that had been all but forgotten. I caught myself laughing out loud at the references to zambezi mud, corn curls, lifebuoy soap and creme soda, nodding my head in agreement to thoughts about the wonderful African staff who worked for our parents and of lying awake at night awaiting the sounds of gunfire, thinking back to picnics on river beds surrounded by crocodiles and hippos and, ultimately, sitting in my bed reading the last chapter with tears streaming down my face.
It was a privilege to live in Rhodesia/Zimbabwe during this time and, although my farming father was threatened with his life and felt he had no choice but to remove his family from the situation, my memories are primarily positive. Ms St John and I grew up leading very similar lives and our thoughts and fears, whilst reading every page, seemed to merge into one. I have never been so profoundly touched by a book, and will be forever indebted to Ms. St John for her ability to awaken all those memories that had been tucked away for some time.