Beds

According to a ministry (it hardly matters which), nearly half the beds in this small island nation, are all here on Sal. Nearly half the beds in this small island nation, are occupied by those who have their own beds, waiting empty in their foreign homes. Nearly half the beds in this small island nation,... Continue Reading →

One man and his dog

Homeless man sleeps foetal. In the square, in Mindelo. Under my window. Homeless dog sleeps foetal too. Dog wakes up, walks over, gives homeless man a valedictory lick. But man is deep in sleep. If only under this silhouetted mountain, on this beautiful island, there could be a home. For man and dog to share.... Continue Reading →

Sainsbury’s Shame

Scarred nose, Tired tracksuit, Possibly homeless. A man in black suit and tie, Beckons scarred man. Offers him bread and jam. Security follow him around, Sainsbury's must earn every pound. Suited man pays, Says take care, And leaves. Security man pounces, And scarred man, Defenceless, Argues. I intervene. Less swearing, Posher accent. It's all paid... 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 →

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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