I Grew Up In Rhodesia On My

What I Like About Writing Is The Sense Of Godlike Power It Gives You.

Herbert, My Father, Was Born In Britain But Went Out To Africa In His Teens To Join His Father And Built Up An 18,000-acre Ranch In What Was Then Northern Rhodesia, Providing Work For The Locals. He Was My Hero When I Was A Boy.

When I Vacate This Sack Of Old Bones I Won't Care What You Do With It. Bury Or Burn It But Don't Make Much Fuss.

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

I'm Not A Prophet I Can Only Use Historical Reality To Come To A View Of The Future, And My View Is That Africa Will Return To Being African And Not European. The Advent Of Colonialism Was Foreign To The Country Itself, But It Will Return To What It Was Before The Europeans Arrived.