My Nigerian Adventure Chapter 7

H M S Cumberland had been the guard ship off the Falklands. The war there had finished and even though there was not much appetite for further Argentinian adventures, the Royal Navy was taking no chances patrolling the channel between West Falkland and the enemy coast. She was coming home, calling at Ascension Island and…

Wales revisited

Today I drove to Wales and was worrying about the traffic and the problems on the M5, M49 and all roads that lead to Ystradfellte where I am on a course for off-road motorcycles. I needn't have at all. The start of the journey was not too bad and it was when I reached the…

My Nigerian Adventure Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Breakfast had arrived on time on the first working day. I was looking forward to my full Nigerian masquerading as a full English. The bacon was pale and streaky and the toast tasted of sugar. However the eggs seemed to be missing a vital biological ingredient, that of the yolk so it was…

My Nigerian Adventure Chapter 5

Chapter 5 I sat on the edge of the pool, thrashing my legs in the warm water. It was late in the morning and surf, dragged up from the Gulf of Guinea, pounded the beaches at the end of the compound, rumbling with a deep roar. I tried not to worry about my brushes because…

My Nigeria Adventure Chapter 4

Chapter 4 We had been on this trip for over a day, were very tired, hungry and no doubt dirty. My safari suit looked nothing like the one Daktari wore, indeed for all I cared I might have resembled Clarence the cross-eyed lion or Judy the chimpanzee. We just wanted to get to the appropriately…

My Nigeria Adventure Chapter 3

Chapter 3 It was going to be a long day, and already the form fillers of the Nigerian Customs were hovering over what was left of the pile of our luggage on the tarmac. The carefully packed boxes were wilting as we were in the heat, the masking tape flapping in the breeze and they…

My Nigeria Adventure

Chapter 1 I have a son who was born in September 1986, though I was not at his birth or indeed at the hospital. The fact was that I was in Nigeria at that time on a business trip that proved to be amusing and scary and provided a story that is still extraordinary. Nigeria…

The dream

I was glad to be awake early. The room was bathed in bright sunlight and shadows broke through slatted blinds to project dark shapes across the cool white walls. The morning warmth enveloped me as the fan turned slowly barely moving the humid air. The rhythmic lapping of gentle waves over coral sharp sand enticed…