The Wind of Destruction
by Hannes Wessels A year after I was born, in 1957, The Gold Coast became Ghana and the first country in Africa to acquire independence from Great Britain. Three years…
Colonel Dyck And The Fight For Northern Mozambique
by Hannes Wessels (WARNING – GRAPHIC IMAGERY) With the world convulsed by the hysteria generated by the ‘Black Lives Matter’ movement I came away from my recent meeting with Colonel…
Sport and Politics
by Hannes Wessels For someone living in South Africa, watching as we march inexorably towards the cliff from which we will be compelled to leap into an economic abyss, there…
Something Rotten ‘Down Under’.
by Hannes Wessels I probably wouldn’t be getting involved in this sorry saga were it not for the fact that Dr John Pridgeon, is one of my closest, oldest and…
Purge of the Palefaces
by Hannes Wessels A few days ago I watched graphic images of the burning down of the Beit Hall at Plumtree School. A beautiful old building built at considerable cost…
The King Is A Thief
by Hannes Wessels Many years ago, at the height of the Zimbabwe land invasions, I raised the issue of British responsibility for the ongoing tragedy with other concerned individuals and…
Lamenting The End Of Laughter
by Hannes Wessels ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me’. This old adage is something I remember from my earliest childhood and in the…
‘RUDE’. by Katie Hopkins.
by Hannes Wessels The title of this book should not have been ‘Rude,’ but ‘Bloody Rude’, because it is; but it is also bloody funny and it is also sad,…
The Trouble With ‘Experts’.
by Hannes Wessels In times of tumult, when events are unfolding fast, I have a method for gauging current issues. I don’t enjoy doing it, but I go to the…
A Hunter’s Story of Saving a Wilderness
by Hannes Wessels Barrie Duckworth may have shot more elephant than any man alive today. It is a part of his life that he does not regret, nor does he…