Kindness of a stranger

I felt alone among my fellow countrymen and a kind stranger took me under her wing. She tried to find my passport and took me for dinner. We talked about everything and nothing. I asked if I could thank her for her kindness but she said only this: "No need to thank me - I... Continue Reading →

Gardening

As I dig with bare hands; black and swarthy from the compost bin. And fill the bucket that, I then carry. I find a worm. I remember my mother telling me, that worms enrich soil. I must have been three years old. I have not remembered this before. Yet I do so now, as I... Continue Reading →

#1 Spice

'Bring the flavour to the fish, Bring the flavour to the rice ... Number one spice' Queen of Katwe's soundtrack to Kampala, Uganda's vibrant capital, is a homily to the flavour-giving qualities of Lake Victoria salt. But the word 'spice' has a wholly different meaning in Northern British cities. This kind of spice adds flavour... Continue Reading →

Paris: a poem

The river has burst its banks and armed police parade its flanks. It seems nature and man have turned against this once great city. But in the shadow of the cloud a woman and a man walk arm-in-arm and smile. And out of the cold city dusk I feel the touch of their warmth in... Continue Reading →

Oran: Architecture in Transformation

It is dark when I wake up. The hillside twinkles between navy sea and sky. Under my window, traffic flows paint the beginnings of day. A single crane on the horizon symbolises the building of this modern Algerian city. I take my breakfast facing the the coastline as the natural pastels of morning develop beyond... Continue Reading →

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