The Slums

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So far I have lived and described a charmed life. I have had a Nairobi of double beds (bar that awful hotel), mosquito nets, oysters, jazz festivals and schmoozing with the great and the good.  This is consistently contrasted with the immense, shocking and saddening poverty which abounds on every street. Outside the plush bar … Continued

The Mosquitoes

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I feel awful. I put this down not to the heat, the altitude nor the pollution of Nairobi. The latter, however, has turned my snot black. I do not exaggerate when I say that when I blow my nose I find in the tissue a clot of slimy coal. I expect that were I to … Continued

The Other Festival

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In a fit of pique I decided to go to another festival. The vague gist of which, and the promotional material was certainly vague, was somewhere between dub, grime, garage, house. This is obviously my natural scene. Hey ho, you’re only young once, and so pestered by edgier, more urban, gutter children I went and … Continued

The Street Children

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When I was very young, or perhaps older than I am willing to admit, during any craft session at school I would inevitably end up covered in glue. My hands would be a mess of PVA which I would delight in peeling off, somewhere between horrific skin condition and reptile. I cannot doubt that this … Continued