North to South
[ Previous Post ] Suddenly the smell of sun on dry grass. Our leg from Adis Ababa to Lilongwe has been given a knee! - a one hour stop in DRC. As the doors open to allow passengers to board and "de-plane" (call me fussy, but I prefer "disembark"!), a scent of Africa invades and refreshes the cabin's imported air with local Lubumbashi spice. A gentleman now occupying the seat beside me speaks French to a friend on his mobile. We get talking. His English is only as good as by French, but we manage. Francesco Nchikala is a musician, en route to Belgium for a concert. "People say I'm like Fela Kute, but I'm not as successful as him!" He's also in to aid work. Two projects: "Les enfants de la rue", which involves teaching musical instruments to "road kids", and another, with support from the UEFA Foundation - some outreach to children based on a kind of football, "Kifumpa", using a ball made of rags. ...