Pedro was young when they arrived, together with his siblings, he clung desperately to his parents clothing as they weaved their way through the sea of strange faces that flooded Jan Smuts international airport. It was 1984, the family had arrived in South Africa, it was a time of change and uprising....

Rock and Roll will never die, Glastonbury 2009

Rain beat down like Tyson enraged. Mud slipped and slided away. Lightning struck, covering the surrounding country side in a warm white glow.

Warriors surged forward, laden and weary they trudged...

My Mozambique.                                               &nbs