Niger
Dusty streets like some Hollywood western film set The far sides somewhat look alike, no need of cowboys It is the the home of the natives be they black or red This is Karma the quiet village in the Niger Valley Photo Hugh Ardoin Niger The Red Planet Gallery Hits: 14
The village of Karma sits quietly in the Niger River valley In this solitary place, a lonely girl walks along the sandy streets Clutching her telephone like some magic amulet To break the spell of her solitude against the stone of virtuality A unique moment repeated like an echo the world over Lonely hearts wandering […]
Moving like shiny quicksilver spots over uncharted roads Following the long shiny asphalt string that extends into infinity Moving from mysterious places unknown to the Googling satellites Destinations with unspoken names to keep them safe from invaders and evil eyes The travelers make a stop at a small cluster of derelict buildings in the desert […]
In a dry forlorn place mother and child wander Nibbling at the straw left behind by the millet harvest Before the dry spell changes a hostile world into an inferno The sun smothers the adobe houses and bleaches all colors into red The horizon meets the sky somewhere always further as you walk your walk […]
Africa is the long unwritten human history Whether some call it today ”peoplekind” or other names Just shows how small they are against the wall of our common wisdom Languages change and we give new names to the oldest Gods History does not change it is a matter of knowledge and time illiteracy This distorts […]
The oil bonanza slowly seeps into Niger After years and years of lies and plunder The oil was here since millions of years But the occupiers looked the other way To slow the development and stifle independence New riches now trickle and new oil companies surge New buildings rise and independent oil companies flourish Impervious […]
Running against time and the last lights of the day Crossing the “Bridge of Friendship” over Niger River A present from China in the middle of an plundered Africa The colonies are gone on the charters but independence is a word The colonial powers had armies of “stay behind” and the grand theft went on […]
In the stifling noon haze of Harmattan days A desert princess pushes a gender-unfriendly bike on the sandy sidewalk Steadily advancing against the wobbly resistance of the machine Her mind set on her distant goal with the determination of the desert people Somewhere at the far end of the world commuters ride air-conditioned public transport […]
The North Pole comes to Niamey streets in boxes Second hand refrigerators line-up waiting for a new owner The ‘caveat emptor’ needs no signs as it is plain to see Appliances have an extra-short life span due to the power surges The white caskets stand silent and empty of their offerings Like two hundred Meroitic […]
The sign with the name of the street reads Boulevard de la Jeunesse Seen from here, the boulevard of youth looks so short With hindsight we would rather bide our time slowly Who needs a moped or a motor car to speed the time It works at its irreversible pace, there is no hurry Only […]