The Wackiest Village In Africa

The Wackiest Village in Africa

In the not so good old days a MAN, lovable rogue, petty thief, liar and cheat knew they were men and claimed their rightful place at the top of society. A woman, well, a woman was an unmissable, most times useful and, reasonably competent, aggravation who, apparently, remained impervious to the fact that they were very fortunate to have men in their lives.

            From a man’s perspective, women’s greatest deficiency was that they seemed unable to grasp, and appreciate, the extreme hardship and challenges that faced men in their quest to effectively manage a village whilst their wives were gallivanting around town, ostensibly earning an income. 

Samuel, on a daily basis, had to deal with the rigours and high levels of responsibility that faced “unemployed” men, morning, noon and night, in an African village. Not one to suffer in silence, he often bemoaned the fact that his wife seemed unable to earn more than a modest salary. His late mother’s advice had always been: “If you constantly look for trouble, you should not be too surprised when you find it.”

He, and his circle of friends, characteristically did not heed these wise words and paid the price. They were required to perform repairs to the village. They used some of the money allocated to buy timber and nails, for some much-needed refreshment and carried it back to the meeting tree to prepare themselves for the demanding task of planning the repairs. Despite facing the daunting task of planning and executing major repairs to the village, the men were all in high spirits. They congratulated themselves on being circumspect about the whole thing and not rushing into it like foolish people (read, the women) would have done.

When they “rested” after consuming the liquid nourishment, they were rudely awakened by shouts of dismay and anger. The women arrived back from town and instead of men working furiously to repair the damage to the village, they found them sleeping under the meeting tree. The men failed to see what all the fuss was about, and felt that all the arm waving and shouting was totally unnecessary. The women were, as usual, overreacting and probably merely tired after the day’s work. Surely such anger was uncalled for and just went to show how impetuous and unpredictable they could be.

They found the trouble they were unknowingly looking for. Maybe it was a women’s world after all.

Zero Recall

Zero Recall

When Jason Harper wakes up in hospital, he has no knowledge of who or what he is and, more importantly, who had tried to kill him and caused the bloodbath at his house. It seems that a bullet fragment in your brain does that to you.

He has been informed of his name and that he is a psychiatrist by a disturbingly attractive detective sitting by his bedside. He assumes that he must have had patients, but all knowledge of friends, family, colleagues, his past and his future is a total blank. He has nothing other than grim determination to help him piece together the puzzle that is his former life.

A suspenseful, frightening road of unravelling his past and the people populating it unfolds with many unsuspecting twists and turns. Some information comes as a shock and it is only when he delves into the darker side of his past that he is able to make sense of the present.

Harper will be profoundly tested on his ability to stay alive as well as his mental capacity to emotionally deal with his past.