Pot that breaks!

I have to this day the last e-mails my friend Leslie sent me. They were full of hope and love. We had no idea that she would pass so soon.

I had three African pots that she gave me before she left. They were out in the garden by the bench she also left with me when she left for England. On the day - I later heard she had died - I found one pot broken.

What is the explaination - no one knew of her death until later.

Premonitions?

A secretary in Harare has experienced supernatural experiences which have frightened her. She feels herself lifted up, enters another world and hears voices giving her information or even instructions such as to take another route home.

She finds it scary because she is told of impending death of persons known to her and within 24 hours the premonition comes true.

How many other people have these experiences?

What should I have done?

I have never been good at remembering telephone numbers. On one particular occasion this was not the case.

I went to sleep and had a dream - a dream of an air crash - an explosion in the air. After the initial cash a young girl's face came into my dream view and repeated a telephone number - it stuck in my mind when I woke up.

I pondered all day as to whether I should pick up the phone and see who was on the other end - I could not decide if this was the right thing to do or not.

I asked my father and my husband and they both told me to do what I thought right.

Late that afternoon I decided to telephone the number. Who should answer but a colleague of mine in the travel industry! I had not recognised the number as i never phoned him at home.

I was flustered and a bit embarrassed as i knew him to be a rather down to earth person who would probably think I had gone mad or had too much to drink if I told him my story. i made up some excuse for having to phone him and hung up.

Later we heard about the Lochabie air disaster. My colleague's niece was one of those on board.

I would not have stopped her boarding the plane - it might have caused extra grief to the family if I had told my tale.

Perhaps I did the right thing.

The House in Central Avenue

A house in Harare was haunted over a period of several months by something that gave people 'an odd feeling'.

The house - which no longer exists - was situated in Central Avenue not far from the City Centre.

I knew the house well during the late 1950s as it had been owned by a Greek woman I saw when I went out walking. I got to know her quite well and was sometimes invited in to the house for tea or a cold drink.

I went away from Harare for a while and on returning discovered the house closed up and the garden overgrown.

On making enquiries I discovered that my friend had been murdered in her house. Soon afterwards bells were heard ringing at night in the house and no one wanted to occupy it.

As time went on the house still stood empty and the land was finally sold for development. As the building now on that land is many stories high and has many occupants working there, I have never been able to find out if the bells still ring or people get 'an odd feeling'.