A retrospective: Banjul

In Banjul: there are open sewers criss-crossed by overhead telegraph poles. there are rusty tin-roofed buildings with moats of standing water. industrial rubbish lines the streets. naturally, there is dust. At the tranquil intersection of Daniel Goddard Street and Independence Avenue, a man pisses against a wall. In any other global city this would be... Continue Reading →

A retrospective: The house of laughter

In the house of happiness - this Maison du Bonheur - a child tries to learn the Qu'ran, confusing Allah Al Akhbar with Ali Baba, Smiling proudly as his mum and dad laugh from the depths of their stomachs. In this happy place, the war against the harmattan that daily brings its carpet of dust... Continue Reading →

St John’s Wood

They live in houses with walls - modern castles of opulent isolation. Wearing scarves with suits, and driving cars whose doors open, the wrong way round; an unfashionable fashion statement, much like all unfashionable fashion statements produced by over-renumeration in the office. They do not talk to each other: neither in the shop nor on... Continue Reading →

Changes

Everyone is facing changes No one knows what's going on. And everyone is changing places Still the world keeps moving on. Love must always change to sorrow? And everyone must play the game, Because its here today and gone tomorrow Still the world goes on the same. Love must always change to sorrow And everyone... Continue Reading →

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