I Grew Up In Rhodesia On My

A Cynic Had Defined Aid As Simply The System By Which Poor White People In Rich Countries Gave Money To Rich Black People In Poor Countries To Put Into Swiss Bank Accounts.

I'm Not A Good Father And They're Not Children Any More; The Eldest Is In His Fifties. My Relationship With Their Mothers Broke Down And, Because Of What The Law Was, They Went With Their Mothers And Were Imbued With Their Mothers' Morality In Life And They Were Not My People Any More.

Authors Can Only Soft Sell The Environment. Create A Wonderful Story Around The Environment Involving The Characters That Leaves A Lasting Impression On The Reader's Mind.

History Is A River That Never Ends. Today Is History, And I Am Here At The Fountainhead.

I Love The Sea As Much As I Love The Veldt Of Africa.