Mrs Phombeya’s toe; how the media fuels the fires of racial division
by Hannes Wessels Watching the human tragedy unfold in Ferguson comes with an awful sense of déjà vu for me. As a child, in the early 60’s I remember the…
It’s time for Kenya to put aside dreams of singing wells and dancing bulls
by Aidan Hartley Good morning, sir!’ The warrior strides up to me on the high plains and shakes my hand. ‘May I traverse your farm? I thought it impolite not…
White Hunters. The Golden Age of African Safaris
by Hannes Wessels “The number of wild animals on Earth has halved in the past 40 years, according to a new analysis. Creatures across land, rivers and the seas are…
Custodian of a Grave
by Hannes Wessels It all began over twenty years earlier by virtue of an unlikely providence. A young Garth Thompson, eighth generation white-African; like many of his contemporaries in what…
Why I know the ‘Global Warmers’ are Frauds
by Hannes Wessels While I am acutely aware of the damage being done to the environment by man I have long questioned why the finger of guilt is resolutely pointed…
The BBC; The Perversion of Propaganda Power
By Hannes Wessels Growing up in Rhodesia my father paid close attention to international events and at one o’clock our lunch table went silent as he fine-tuned the short-wave radio…
‘The Economist’: Twisters of the Truth
by Hannes Wessels It’s getting harder and harder to find a news publication to believe in. It was with some dismay that I noted the ‘Economist’ trumpeting the accession to…
Death in the Dande
by Hannes Wessels Alistair Travers was no stranger to dangerous game. As a ranch- child the family favourite pet was a rhino which wandered in and out the house when…
Rhodesia and the Ryder Cup.
By Hannes Wessels As excitement mounts and the world golfing community once again shifts its focus to one of the game’s greatest events it may interest followers of the contest…
Please Take Your Holiday in Kenya This Year
by Aidan Hartley Many of my British tribe fled Kenya around independence in 1963 because they believed there was no future. Gerald Hanley, an Irish novelist who knew the country,…