Wildlife then.

Wildlife is under a death sentence everywhere. Those giraffes (and ostrich, look closely) I saw in Kenya in 1969, fifty years ago (!) are being snared by poachers. What for? For giraffe hair bracelets? To turn their skin into a carpet? Pointless. As a teen, I was fortunate enough to see the last of the…

Return of the Pot-pourris

Valentine’s Day. At San Angel, Mexico city. 21st century. Scotty is back from his fishing expedition in 16th century Scotland. At long last. He was  mistaken for a papist and a wizard, a follower of Mary Stuart. He owes his life to hiding away in a barrel of kippers until we could beam him up.…

Master elephant, cont…d

I was lucky enough to “meet” elephants at a very young age. And see many through my childhood and teens. Above: elephant orphanage, Conakry, Guinea, West Africa, c.1960. R. to l. Three baby elephants, orphaned after their mother was killed by a poacher, yours truly (with white socks if you please), my mother, and little…

Pot-seven-pourri-forty

Colours , Mexico city. 2016 Grey. Bogotá, Colombia, 1940. “Cough syrup Escovar. Cough. Flu. Colds.” Musée de l’Homme, Paris. 1916. Contemporary African art. Breton knight ready for tournament. c. mid 1300’s. Bibliothèque Nationale. (c)ourtesy Honorine Tellier. Visit her great blog for horse lovers here: (Honorine je ne t’ai pas demandé la permission… Pas de souci?) https://artequestre.wordpress.com/author/pouruncentaure/…

Crows reloaded. The end.

Previously on Crows reloaded: Pete is a white journalist born in Africa. Mary-Sue is a black journalist born in Babylon, Amerika. Pete is telling – us? – the story of why he left Africa, and his encounter with a young Pokot girl, named Malaika. “So, mzungu (white man), will you marry me?” Malaika says. “No…

Crows reloaded

Previously on Crows: Pete, the narrator, is a young white journalist born and raised in Kenya. After covering tribal unrest in the North for a Kenyan newspaper he goes back to Nairobi. Needs a break. Maybe he will resign, maybe leave Africa. He goes to Lamu, a small island on the coast of Kenya, by…

The Colonel’s gardens. Epilogue.

Joy and sorrow. Birth and death. “The common lot of mankind”. Old Will would have said. Only a few months ago I wrote the story of a ceremony I’d witnessed as a child in Africa: the presentation to Society of the Colonel’s son. In the immediate years after Independence, the Colonel (whom I named Boubakar) and…