Biography of Peter J White
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!
Peter J White Poems
To celebrate that fizz and froth, when everybody’s overdressed,
Each man in his sharpest suit; the ladies‘ hats all wine and fruit;
The bride a picture in a dream of sugared apricots and cream,
Including Big C, (the one I scarce dare mention) ,
A high BP exacts the steepest price. If diastolics load the dice against you,
Accepting your surrender, prepare for their hard-nose agenda,
Proud Lady of Africa, friendless, folorn
In the winter of her desolation.
Delighting in her nut brown form
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
Turning out Tin Lizzys; filling every city drag with nimble
‘Horseless carriages’. Convenient it‘s plain, yet convicted, says the world,
Of noise, global warming, and many deaths as I’ll explain. Insatiable
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 bend.
Then another, two more, then too many to count
Made a crowd of us wait for a share of the road.
The doors were removed, for swift entry no doubt,
And were each nose to tail with a full, heavy load.