November 2013
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A warm 36 degrees as a welcome back to Juba Town, with not one of my three Internet options working. Dark clouds threatening rain. On the easel a painting of the Impala LIlies. After my 12 hour day of meetings and sorting the security clearances for the repatriation to Ethiopia of the bodies of two of our contract staff killed by drowning and electrocution,

Alongside the Great Ruaha River, which winds through the Southern Highlands of Tanzania, is an ancient baobab tree. It isn’t the largest baobab tree, and from its size one would think that it was only a few thousand years old, rather then the hundreds of thousands of its true age. Around it are larger trees. Spreading acacia’s with their delicate leaves much favoured

The Rose Garden House in the old city of Istanbul our base from which to explore for the next few days. The best part of which is that on the corner is a delightful supply store with local wine, water and a cork screw! We have a balcony that looks out over the courtyard, a room elaborately decorated in brocade, with hot water

On my jog I noticed the stunning pink and white star flowers on a succulent looking plant, which I'm sure are the summer impala lily, (Adenium swazicum), also known as the Swazi lyli. The sap and tuber is reported to have tremendous medicinal properties, if toxic in its raw state. I did find out that taking photos in your shorts is a bad

Frenchman Oil on Linen 40cmx50cm Early, the birds trying to get interested in the day, while the moon hides behind a bank of clouds. On the easel the challenge of a portrait of someone I actually know! A tad intimidating. The plan, to take from his personality, and keep it loose and unstructured. A bit like a linen jacket.

Atoc Oil on Linen 35cmx50cm Juba Town traffic more frenetic than usual, with outrageous driving maneuvers, bordering on the terrifying. Guess its a numbers game and I finally connected the wing mirror of my car on another wing mirror of a guy who had parked his car half into the street, while I tried to dodge a boda boda. We had an engineer, seconded to us

She was young to be the matriarch, the elephant who was the head of the family. A family who stood around her, their stomachs rumbling in displeasure at her inability to make a decision. She had, unusually, been appointed by her mother, as normally it was the oldest female who became the matriarch. This only increased the rumblings of displeasure. The fact that

Jandre 2004 Vusi’s Adventure – The Pirate Captain. His hoof struck sparks where he pawed the ground. He tossed his head reveling in the feel of his mane on his muscular neck. Nostrils flared and eyes red with excitement. Tensed, his body filling out his broad chest, he contemplated the unknown shimmering light that hovered before him. Across the African plains they roamed, fiercely independent,

Atoc Oil on Linen 35cmx50cm In the book 'Something is Going to Fall Like Rain', by Ros Wynne-Jones set in South Sudan, there is story about how heaven and earth were connected by a rope so that they could visit each other at anytime. However, mankind broke his pact with God and so God sent a small bird called Atoc to sever the rope, which

The plains of Northern Bahr-al-Ghazal, South Sudan stretch from the edge of the world, until they are swallowed by the sky. It’s a land of grass in the winter and water in the summer, when the floodwaters from Central Africa arrive. This land was given to the mighty gazelles, to grow strong and run free, their rapier like horns standing proud against the sky. The gazelles have coats that shimmer in