Archive for July, 2011

  1. Work

    Everyone has terrible stories about their first job. I had several friends who worked in the local lettuce factory, twelve hour shifts, standing up, halving icebergs – hallucinating beheading their enemies, or maybe their supervisors.

    Others, who worked boxing carpet samples, or worse, boxing boxes. I knew one man, whose entire role consisted of weeding insects […]

  2. Four Stories, Part One

    Last year I spent a couple of weeks with ex-child soldiers from Uganda. These monologues are based on the snippets of conversation we shared, formal interviews and my own impressions.

    I               Gloria
    I met this Journalist today, this woman. She told me I was the strongest female she had ever met.
    Me.
    She has met a lot […]

  3. Four Stories, Part Two

    Last year I spent a couple of weeks with ex-child soldiers from Uganda. These monologues are based on the snippets of conversation we shared, formal interviews and my own impressions.
    II             Albert
    The first thing I want to say to the people of Britain is that forgiveness is a two way street.
    You have to let go […]

  4. Four Stories, Part Three

    Last year I spent a couple of weeks with ex-child soldiers from Uganda. These monologues are based on the snippets of conversation we shared, formal interviews and my own impressions.
    III            Raymond
    We have spent the whole day on the bus. Gloria is asking us all what it means to live with a strong heart trapped […]

  5. Four Stories, Part Four

    Last year I spent a couple of weeks with ex-child soldiers from Uganda. These monologues are based on the snippets of conversation we shared, formal interviews and my own impressions.

    V             Joy
    This is a strange country. Where I come from, everything is brown – the earth, the trees, our homes. Here, in England, everything is […]

  6. Take the money and run

    The most amount of cash I’ve ever seen is thirty six thousand pounds, in tens and twenties. The notes sat heaped in piles, underneath the floorboards of a studio apartment near our home. For a while, it was my job to count it.
    I learnt how to check batches of a hundred (four twenties, wrapped with […]


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