My Passage to Africa.
..... I'd given the others strict instructions that if anything DID happen to me, my body was not to be FLOWN home, because I've always been scared of flying.
Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) was physically 2 hours ahead of Britain, but effectively it was 50 years behind.
..... I was instructed that I shouldn't be too familiar with my black colleagues, and not to talk to them as if they were white.
..... the black Rhodesians were extremely humble and polite but childlike in many ways, so should NOT be confused with the streetwise African-Caribbeans who we know so well in Britain or USA.
Unbelievably, one of the black firemen was usually ordered to be the first 'casualty'to test the safety of the procedures and equipment as a human guinea pig. The one who was chosen would often be petrified with fear, but his desperation to keep such a relatively well-paid job would always overcome his terror.
..... the Kawasaki motorcycle was so suicidally fast, we nicknamed it 'The Kamikaze'.
..... I had to phone my senior officer to confess that I'd lost my fire tender and crew. He swore several times: "****! ****! ****! They're probably in f****** Zambia by now!"
Our houseboy polished our pans until they gleamed. Unfortunately for us, he'd never heard of Teflon coatings.
..... these aggressors apparently couldn't perceive that they were hastening the end of their privileged and idyllic lifestyle.
- Brian C. Rushton, April 2012
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