I just had a most amazing experience that explains my long absence.

On Monday the 8th 2004, I got a call informing that my Nana had died. I rapidly made plans to fly to Africa to attend her funeral and in three days, I was on African soil.

My grandmother was 104 years old. Almost single-handedly, she raised 13 children through a nasty civil war and several famines.

The old lady was an icon of dignity, faith and poise. I will miss her.

My time in Africa was indescribable.

Awe, beauty, terror, hope, despair are all words that capture Africa's condition.

I will be posting more on this experience as the jet-lag wears off.

Drop by to read about:-

1) The heroic efforts to destroy corruption in Kenya
2) The mystical experience of a loyal subject landing in Mother Britain for the first time
3) Which is better? Airbus or Boeing
4) The life of an African mother