The Old Red Truck

In 1986, I bought this truck in Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso. I got it from a Dutchman who had used it to travel down from the Mediterranean.¬† He had put a Peugeot diesel engine in it.I used the truck for over a year, often sleeping in the back, traveling across Burkina Faso and, once, down into … Continue reading The Old Red Truck

Turning Back, Turning Point: Fiction

The bustle of Ouahigouya had gone. Even the hurrying soldiers had disappeared. The shops, so busy so recently, were shuttered, the march√© vacant. No youths peddled cigarettes on the wide, empty streets or lounged in the doorways, no women sold soap from hand-made stands in front of family compounds. No children peeped out from entranceways. … Continue reading Turning Back, Turning Point: Fiction