Margaret came to work for my parents in the mid 70’s shortly after we moved to Chikombedzi Mission in what was then Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). I was about four years old at the time but my recollection is that she spent most of her time helping my mother clean the house, wash clothes, bake bread, and look after my brother and I. The clearest memory I have of Margaret is her responding to my terrified screams and snatching me from an emptying bathtub to save me from a large black insect that crawled out of the drain hole.
My father called Margaret his African daughter and even though our family moved many times, we kept in contact over the years till she passed in the early 2000’s. Dad took the picture I used for this painting in our garden at Chikombedzi and it captured her spirit beautifully.
