Drugs: War on Poverty

I've been traveling for about twenty hours when I climb out of the metro train. So at first I think I'm daydreaming when a man offers me Oxycodone on the street corner. I politely decline and keep walking. Then I notice a woman on the ground smoking from a crack pipe. I try not to... Continue Reading →

Work

After working all night giving out more meds and blankets than really saving any lives I find cigarettes and co amoxiclav in the A&E toilets where the addicts have been shooting up moments after we attempt to fix them. My septic man who thinks he's in Iran is right about life when he pulls out... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

Togetherness

I cross the border. Senegalese taximen call out at me. I have 5 dalasi and no CFA Francs. There's no cash machine. An enterprising motorcycle taximan agrees to take me to Kaolack. I spend two hours on the back of his motorbike. Two cash points fail at Kaolack. The third succeeds. My driver continues to... Continue Reading →

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