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Nostalgia, Do We Even Recall?

 As we sit here, nostalgia washes over us, taking us back to the good old days when life was simpler and nature held endless wonders. The River Ezava, a sparkling gem amidst the green vegetation, was our playground. We called it "Duff Mpararo," where we swam days on end, leaving our skins pale.

From Left to Right: Sheila, Brian, Metrine & George of Progressive Youth Group watch on as a kid jumps into the river for a swim.

The flowing water over rocks and under tree branches fascinated us, as did the wild fruits and berries in the thickets nearby. Those days were filled with laughter and joy, our hearts connected to the land and the river.

But time took its toll. Unregulated mining turned our paradise into wastelands, leaving the river's waters tainted. My heart aches for the beauty we once enjoyed.

Yet, hope remains. Together, we strive to protect our beloved River Ezava, organizing clean-ups, planting trees, and raising awareness. Though it may never be the same, our efforts will heal the land and preserve its magic for future generations.

As we reflect on those cherished moments, we are driven to ensure that others get to experience the wonders we once did. The river may have changed, but its spirit lives on in our hearts and our determination to protect it.

About Author: Kevin Makova

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