Today one year ago, 1 May 2013, we published the first essay on Luhambo – “Embracing the Grey” by Sarah Hempel Irani.
At that time we published essays or poems thrice a week – usually two contributions by friends of Luhambo, and one editorial essay (or a Friday thought) by either Siobhan Passmore or Elizabeth Viljoen. Contributors were so enthusiastic and it was a lot of fun. The main purpose was to have a fun conversation, after all.
From the beginning of this year we saw how many of our contributors got involved in their own fields, busier and blossoming. Siobhan and I both experienced that our main jobs (considering that Luhambo was just for fun) and other obligations got more demanding. For example, I am teaching at a very small school with only a few teachers. At the end of 2013 our headmaster passed away, and I had to take over the classes that he taught. I am also studying Latin and German, and will be writing the exams soon. Next year I plan to pursue a Master’s Degree in Afrikaans and Dutch Literature, and I desperately need to spend more time working on my preparation for that.
We then made the decision to publish only once a week. Happy Lee Del Canto Sabag helped redesign the blog, also turning it into a paid site, luhambo.org. You should have a look at all the wonderful work she is doing on her newest blog: a tumblr of late trains & impossible things.
Lately things got even more hectic, and we needed to evaluate the situation again. We decided to put Luhambo on hold for a while. For the next few weeks we are going to celebrate some of the previous essays by republishing them. After that there might be a quiet time. Maybe, after some time of rest, we can put new life into Luhambo. My personal vision is to get someone to sponsor our journal, or to advertise on the page. That way we would be able to pay contributors. I feel strongly about paying artist for what they produce.
We enjoyed having coffee with you. We value your friendship more than words can say. You are a master at listening and talking. May we have coffee again, soon.
For now I greet you with a tear and a poem:
The flute plays.
We dance, our feet
the bruised reed
did not break: stay.
– Elizabeth Viljoen.