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 →
"Man is now able to fly through the air like a bird, he is able to swim under the sea like a fish, he is able burrow beneath the ground like a mole. Now if only he could walk the earth like a man, this would be paradise." Tommy Douglas
The young black wife of the old white man... ...laughs. At the table, in the restaurant, between the azure swimming pool and the azure sea. Who are we? Are we? to judge...? Human rights answers are not easy. I wish I knew them.
After breakfast I prepare to leave Bakau. Mustapha, who I confuse with Khalifa, asks how I’m getting to Senegal. ‘Taxi to Banjul, Ferry to Barra, taxi to Amdallai, walk through the border post on the Gambian side and into Karang, via ‘poste de controle’ on the Senegalese side, then sept-place (shared taxi) to Mbour.’ Wow,... Continue Reading →
'AIDS IS WHAT YOU DO NOT WHO YOU ARE' 'Dear Government, our families need closure, when will you start searching for us?'