Back to Africa

I am having a hard time putting my thoughts down. Its like being a  shepherd without a sheepdog, trying to coral a flock of bloody minded sheep charging off in all directions. At the best of times the inside of my head can be likened to a fire alarm drill in a lunatic asylum. But…

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Spirit of Afrika

I love scary movies-not the slash and burn type-more of the spooky sort. I recall watching one such movie ages ago, late at night (when else?), alone (because no-one else fancied being scared shitless) and almost dislocated my back from frequent sliding off sofa and chucking my poporn bucket in the process. The Poltergeist. Something…

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The Other Lawrence of Arabia

With requisite bush hat pulled low over my eyes to shield my face from the glaring sunlight, my trigger finger poised over the button, I scan the crowd of industrious workers bustling around me. My trained eye constantly focusing and shifting, looking for the right combination. I see it, seize the moment, and shoot. The…

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