Monthly Archives: July 2008

red, yellow, black

You are watching the television. It’s evening. You’ve finished dinner, and are sipping on tea, or a beer, perhaps a whisky. Your children might be asleep, your lover might have popped out. You are watching the news of your nation, … Continue reading

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harvesting hunger with Angolan diamonds…

The seizure of farmland for the purposes of commercial diamond mining in Angola‚Äôs Lunda provinces is causing widespread hunger and deepening poverty, according to new research to be released tomorrow by my friend, the Angolan journalist, Rafael Marques. The report … Continue reading

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through the looking-glass, with Tarzan and Jane

Not so long ago, I was wandering in what for many people would qualify as a jungle. It was the Mayombe Forest in Cabinda, the small enclave that belongs to the Republic of Angola but is sandwiched between the two … Continue reading

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the freedom to throw up

I stopped reading newspapers in the UK several years ago when I decided I didn’t have enough energy to sustain the irritation that surfaced every time I read pages and pages of simplistic and biased reporting. Today, I tend to … Continue reading

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heart of darkness

In between bouts of violent vomiting and, um, appalling diarrhoea, I finished reading Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness last night at three or four in the morning. Yes, I, too, read something into the illness, particularly that type of illness: … Continue reading

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blue overalls

At the airport, I stand with a mother who is waving off her youngest son as he drifts towards England and on to King’s Lynn. The first time any of her four children have left South Africa. It is God’s … Continue reading

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blue overalls

At the airport, I stand with a mother who is waving off her youngest son as he drifts towards England and on to King’s Lynn. The first time any of her four children have left South Africa. It is God’s … Continue reading

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