I cannot believe that here I am, in poor health and coming up to 56 years of age and it is 20 years since leaving. One of the reasons I chose Rhodesia when looking for a new healthier homeland was a doctos recommendation and twenty years have fled since leaving. To think that sordid little lump of corrupt flesh has held the reins of power, of life and death over every living creature be they human or animal. I loved the country from the first moment I set foot upon that distinctive red soil in 1977. I also grew to love many of the ordinary folk that my daily life introduced to me. I met big Josh once and although I detested him over the Viscount disasters I found him a pleasant likeable chap, a real life Sekuru, BABA of his people. To think, one man holds the responsibility for the decay. Like a rotten tooth he should be extracted…has anyone the intestinal fortitude to be the one?