He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.

Concrete, bricks, leaves, grass, trees... We've got the makings of a town here!

This photo was taken down near the blubber pots here on Salamanca Lawns.

As canny readers will have already noted (see the "Currently Reading" section on the side bar), I am very much enjoying Chinua Achebe's thoroughly excellent Things Fall Apart, years later than I first intended! If you've not already, pick it up.

Aside from a general Molly Meldrum-esque "do yourself a favour" [and doesn't that pinpoint me in cultural, geographical and temporal place?] I thought it would be nice to share a thought that resonated with me from the text:

"No matter how prosperous a man was, if he was unable to rule his women and his children (and especially his women) he was not really a man. He was like the man in the song who had ten and one wives and not enough soup for his foo-foo."

On that score, it shames me to say that I am not much a man!

It's a great read though, and well worth the trip to the local library. If anyone out that would like to point me in the direction of some other top African work, I'd be most appreciative!