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…

Churchyard at 06.30 am

The sun is fighting to break through an early mist to allow weak shadows to fall onto grass Between the silent granite sentry posts that hold the stories of my new adopted friends. The stones carry names etched in mottled script telling of lives cut short or lived long And I stop to talk with…

Numbers are important: 24333732

Time was seeping away for me as I ran up and down the hills in Wrecclesham, carrying a rucksack of tins. These were used to weigh me down and came from my day job I had delivering groceries to small shops in South London from a distribution depot in Farnham. The drivers were allowed to…

The way it was and might be again

It was one of those bright June evenings, still summer cold yet windy. He pulled up outside the Guildhall and parked his motorcycle into a ‘mother and child’ bay and killed the engine. The exhausts started to ping as they cooled. He moved his waist on the seat for a last look at his face…