This is a first hand account of how the election in Hillbrow was fought in 1987, paying for the privilege with a criminal record.Politics, prostitutes, and the pleasures of challenges; my buddies and I were not into politics, but when the politicians decided to have a contest for our votes, we decided to join in the fun! Damn, you can meet some interesting people, and pretty girls, while canvassing for votes! We turned the General Election in Hillbrow in 1987 into a circus, despite of what the ‘educated’ people across the world wrote in their thesis on this happening, they got it wrong! The National Party hated us for canvassing the homosexual voters, even though the learned people called it a NP strategy years later, it was us, the non-politicians that wanted to prove a point; you can win an election by breaking the rules. Was it worth the criminal records that followed? It was fun!

Living in Africa can cause some humorous situations, these are some short stories about such situations that came my way. In some I can only describe myself as the initiator, not intentionally!Life is filled with adventure, from having to share a deep-drop toilet with various creepy crawlies in the middle of the night, to flying airliners kept in the air by prayers and flapping wings. There are ghosts in the desert, and funerals at sea that can go wrong, there are scores to be settled and bombs to be ducked! There are the heart sore of disappearing pets, and the pain of hunting the unknown, there is a life to be lived!

There are some very interesting people in the world, dullness is never part of life in their company. Such a person was the crippled photographer Jack Snaps, whom I learnt to know very well while reporting for a small country newspaper.Sometimes men do not become friends out of choice, but out of necessity. That is how my friendship with Jack Snaps started, but it grew into an exceptional partnership. Jack did very seldom consider the consequences any of his actions might bring forth, thereby landing himself, and often his friends, in situations that should rather have been avoided. Maybe that is why I cared so much for this man, with him around life certainly was never boring, and at times downright dangerous.