In the sixties and early seventies, in Ethiopia, Addis Ababa was swinging. Addis was the Monaco of Africa. The men and women wore the best Italian clothes and the clubs were swinging. Drive-by Coffee houses would begin the evening and stay open as the club revelers returned from the dance. . By day time the Ethiopian jazz musicians would be playing in the Imperial Guard Band for the Emperor and in the night they’d play the hip joints of downtown Addis. Read more [...]

Well this is what is on my mind today. The first 11 years were spent with brutal christian zealot foster parents. I was in childrens homes from 11 to 18. At 18 I was given a letter marked 1968 from a file. It was from my mother pleading for my return. I was also given my birth certificate and I was placed in a small flat in poets corner Atherton Lancashire. Number 21 Cowper Avenue. Read more [...]