Peter J White

Biography of Peter J White

Peter J White poet

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.
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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.