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Came to Africa back in the Stone Age in white ducks and with many illusions. Learned, as the goal posts kept shifting, there is no other continent where pride and arrogance are flaunted with such implacable concentration. Hope nevertheless to see a few at least of my values adopted - such as kindness, goodness, self control; and that governments should be the servant of the people, not their master.
Hang in. Never is a long time! more »
Peter J White Poems
At weddings, you’ll agree, champagne all round’s the very best
To celebrate that fizz and froth, when everybody’s overdressed,
Each man in his sharpest suit; the ladies‘ hats all wine and fruit; ...... more »
Of all the plagues afflicting man, deserving most attention
Including Big C, (the one I scarce dare mention) ,
A high BP exacts the steepest price. If diastolics load the dice against you, ...... more »
The Moon weeps for Zimbabwe,
Proud Lady of Africa, friendless, folorn
In the winter of her desolation.
Delighting in her nut brown form ... more »
Old Mrs Masuku’s a mealie cob vendor
Down at the gates of the new football ground,
(Order by phone, I’ll give you her number) ,
Where customers come and stand all around... more »
It’s now a hundred years, give or take a few, since Ford unfurled his flag
Turning out Tin Lizzys; filling every city drag with nimble
‘Horseless carriages’. Convenient it‘s plain, yet convicted, ...... more »
One day, long ago, when walking to school,
We stopped at the kerb, that’s me and my friend,
Looked left and looked right, for that was the rule,
When a five ton, green army truck rounded the ...... more »
“Hello Mkiwa, ” (white man passing by)
“Won’t you stop for a minute and just tell me why
Part of you’s pink and your eyeballs are green,
And your face is so hairy, like straw in the cream.... more »
Finger Lickin' Good
Old Mrs Masuku’s a mealie cob vendor
Down at the gates of the new football ground,
(Order by phone, I’ll give you her number) ,
Where customers come and stand all around
Near the rusty old drum fired up daily at dawn,
Some coming to buy, some just to keep warm.
Each pip must, she says, leave sweet milk on her nail
When bought from the market not one hour before
And pressed with her thumb, not dented or stale.
So choose your own breakfast, it won’t cost you more,
Then five or ten minutes baked golden and cream,
Khangela! they’re ready and fit for a ...
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