I Listen Mostly To Classical Music.

Surely Until All Of Us Own And Honor One Another's Dead, Until We Have Admitted To Our Murders And Forgiven One Another And Ourselves For What We Have Done, There Can Be No Truce, No Dignity And No Peace.

This Is Not A Full Circle. It's Life Carrying On. It's The Next Breath We All Take. It's The Choice We Make To Get On With It.

One Of The Things About Being Raised British In Africa Is That You Get This Double Whammy Of Toughness. The Continent In Place Itself Made You Quite Tough. And Then You've Got This British Mother Whose Entire Being Rejects 'coddling' In Case It Makes You Too Soft. So There's Absolutely Nothing Standing Between You And A Fairly Rough Experience.

The Rains Are Rhythmic, Coming Religiously In The Afternoons (after Lunch Has Been Eaten But Before Tea, So That The Nights Are Washed Clean-black With Bright Pinpoints Of Silver Starlight Hanging Over A Restless, Grateful Earth).

There Aren't Enough Doctors In Africa. Those Who Choose To Become Doctors Here Don't Do It For The Money Or Because They Want To Do Good. They Do It Because They Have To Heal, The Way Most People Need To Breathe Or Eat Or Love.