Following on from having just read his anthology of the Raj, and drawing on the same BBC interviews of former colonial staff and their families, this takes in stories from the twilight years of colonial rule in Africa, predominantly using sources from Nigeria and Kenya we get a fleeting glance at some of the people that chose to live that life.
Again, a personal connection to empire makes this all the more interesting a subject for me, my father having spent time in a research station in the 50’s, long before I was born, and like pictures of his parents in Southern India, the people staring out from the faded albums, along with their stories, are mostly an enigma.
I especially enjoyed the descriptions of the Nigerian witch doctors and why it was advantageous to have them on your side, as it reminded me of a story my father told me about having to gift a case of scotch to their local practitioner, so that he’d place a juju on the area my father was testing materials in the local estuaries (samples of treated wood, submerged from floating platforms, to check for efficacy against the local fauna, such as shipworms) the platforms were made from nearly new, empty oil drums, a valuable resource in the bush, used as floats from which the various treated beams were suspended, all tied up with rope, the local villagers supplied the labour to help build and set them, and then came along at night, and helped themselves to all the gear, my father said this happened twice, hence the crate of whisky, one juju on the site of the of the experiments later, and not even a twist of twine went missing again, of course my father also mentioned the witch doctor had a lovely oven made out of an oil drums, and a hut made out of treated wood beams, with an oil drum skinned roof too, but he always laughed when he got to that bit …