An account of the author's journey through Africa recounts his experiences as an observer during a big-game safari hunt, with local villagers, and in caves and overhangs, where he examined ancient cave paintings. (Travel)

David Livingstone: The Wayward Vagabond in Africa is an expression of doubt about the rason detre concerning the 19th Century explorers and missionaries in Africa. Led by David Livingstone, the Scottish explorer and missionary, they are said to have come to civilise backward Africans, which the author creatively re-imagines, arguing that it is far from the truth. Instead, their actions gave impetus to colonialism proper. In this book the omniscient narrator, Everywhere, is Gods special envoy mandated to witness history with far-reaching consequences for humanity. His investigation is to help nail David Livingstone on Judgment Day, much the same way St Peter chronicles events in the Book of Life. Read about how, Everywhere, the spirit rides on wind, walks on water, enters into his characters stream of consciousness and even discerns how they interpret the world around them. The novel retraces Livingstones early life, from his deprived childhood in Blantyre, Scotland; his ideological evolution and training in London and his dramatic sojourn in Monomotapa kingdom, which he half-believes is his destiny. The satirical tone in the novel aptly captures that delusional aspect of Livingstones God-ordained mission to the world.

This poem is to illustrate some of the misconceptions of travelling abroad for a greener pasture and to also mirror out the mental torture and agony most of us have gone through in order to accomplish our dreams goals objectives and aspirations in life. And it also highlights the beautiful and ugly world we are in now, and how the world is almost going to extinction like a dinosaurs. It also portraits the importance of love and it effects.

When Eddy Harris went to Africa, he ended up learning a great deal about his own identity as a black American as well as witnessing both the splendor and squalor of the continent. From encounters with beggars and bureaucrats to a visit to Soweto and a hellish night in a Liberian jail, Harris evokes Africa with candor and vividness.

As a dutiful Victorian daughter, the author was thirty before being freed (by her parents' deaths) to do as she chose. She went to West Africa in 1893 and again in 1895, to investigate the beliefs and customs of the inland tribes and also to collect zoological specimens. She was appalled by the 'thin veneer of rubbishy white culture' imposed by British officials and was not afraid to say so.