Memoir - Africa to me. My fondest memories are of Lake Malawi. A place I found so peaceful and so comforting, I never wanted to leave.

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By Eddie Royle

English Hl, Ms. Lacy

Africa to Me:

I never considered myself a foreigner in Africa. After all I was white, and had a British passport, but home - I never had to think hard about, I never had to analyse or make up my mind. Malawi is and always will be, my home.

I was born in a little hospital, just outside of Malawi's capital, Lilongwe. The hospital did not even have rooms, just a corridor, with curtains to divide each patient. My mother was born in Johannesburg, but came to Malawi while she was still a baby; my father was born and raised on the Malawi Tea Estates.

As a family we never really travelled overseas. I never really had long flights to foreign places, no shopping trips in urban cities, no cruise ships, no Disneyland, and certainly no tropical island holidays. My holidays and most weekends were either spent in the bush or at lake Malawi.

My fondest memories are of Lake Malawi. A place I found so peaceful and so comforting, I never wanted to leave. My family