Amitié: Ben et Mamadou

Mamadou looks up from the green metal floor of the deck. ‘I was the only one there’, he says. ‘My mother went out for five minutes to buy some charcoal to cook with. She asked me to make nana breakfast. Whilst I was boiling the water, nana died. I found her, still and cold. I... Continue Reading →

Filming, Street Children, Development and Religion (but no lunch) all in my first day back in Senegal after five years.

We're outside a 'daara', or koranic school for street children (talibes). There's a film crew from Lebanon, a drone pilot from Ghana (for aerial shots) and a TV news reporter from New York. They are documenting the experience of the talibes, and so they've asked Issa to take them to an 'especially terrible' daara -... Continue Reading →

Dear Manchester Suicide Bomber

Dear Manchester Suicide Bomber,   While the names of the dead aren't familiar, the places they're from are.   All the schools they went to and other places in North Cheshire and South Manchester where I spent most of my own childhood.   These are not places where people talk politics - well, they probably... Continue Reading →

Congo Nile Trail: Day 1

How to spend annual leave? For many, not a difficult question. Perhaps on a European beach? Or camping somewhere in Britain? I have other ideas. I rather like a cultural experience that's logistically difficult to organise and with a moderate serving of mild suffering (though only by first-world-problem standards, naturally). It's in this spirit that... Continue Reading →

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