The Case of a preschool in Mt Darwin
My late maternal grandparents built a bush farm, in what seemed like the middle of nowhere; miles outside of the small rural town of Mt Darwin, Zimbabwe. As children, visiting my grandparents was always a saga. A country bus would drop us off by the main highway, and then we would trek for miles on a dirt road, before the winding road reached their farm. I could identify their farm from all of the other isolated bush farms, because my grandparents actually had a real “farmhouse” on the land, as opposed to groups of round mud thatched huts.
The "grand" adventure and of visiting our grandparents involved the fact that their farmhouse does not have access to electricity. There is no indoor plumbing. No running water. If you needed a glass of water, you need to go fetch water from a well, river, pond, or use captured rain water. And if you want a HOT cup of tea, you need to build a fire to boil water. No microwave or stove-top. The farmhouse has walls and a roof. As children, we discovered that bats loved to hide inside the dark corners of the beams holding up the roof; occasional snakes liked to rest in the shade of the house; and baboons like to visit to steal mangos from the nearby mango trees.