Mutoko Madness. On sale now!

MUTOKO MADNESS. From Rhodesia’s Bush War to Africa’s Killing Fields. A Reporter’s Journey.

The long road, peppered with Africa’s beauty and despair, its realities, its cynicism, its blunt humour.

Click here https://geni.us/LAG8p  for a preview of the Amazon electronic edition on sale now. This link, and all purchases, can be viewed on most computers, tablets and phones.

Printed paperback and hardback copies are also on sale right now, delivered by Amazon. Soon there’ll be an audio version for listening to, say, on long car journeys. Like the Kindle version, it places a bookmark when you stop driving and resumes there when you start up again.

Roll up, roll up, take a look this festive season, your’e welcome.

This is my new Amazon publishing adventure and I am always looking for comments and reviews.

The table of contents on the computer screen version is clickable to preview chapters ahead – The Conscripts Camp,  How to Kill People, The General’s Beer, Crows Requem, Robert Mugabe having troubles of his own, The Charnel House, in Amin’s Uganda, Hades in Rwanda, and Death in Somalia, all alongside the bullying and bizarre politics of the day at home and abroad,

The War of the Flea sketches the rules of guerrilla warfare set out by Chairman Mao and the ancient Chinese military strategist Sun Tzu, and there’s a first hand account of a conventional war in an African desert, the biggest tank battle since WWII, they said, with American- and Russian-built fighter jets screaming overhead, piloted by Cubans and mercenaries from Pakistan.

The madness of war in our own Mutoko district in Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, took its toll on all of us. We, the Mutoko boys, dulled our senses with booze, weed  and rock and roll.

Other stories:  Name Dropping – playing poker with an African dictator, meeting the Pope, Nelson Mandela, peacemakers, war mongers and interviews with visiting celebrities of music and film, not the least of them being Sharon Stone.

Another sample from the Amazon pages:

Here in the bush, the baboon liked a good smoke and shared his stash  with the other animals, William McLeod said.  

A tiny lizard slithered up the baboon’s tree for a puff or two and became very thirsty on it. He should go down to the river for some water, advised the baboon.

Grandpa crocodile was getting fed up with this irresponsible baboon. The stuff made the animals playful and forget their rightful place in the animal kingdom.

The giant crocodile waddled to the foot of the baboon’s tree.

“Hey you, Mr Baboon. I want a word with you. Stop fucking with the minds of the animals. “

“Is that you back again Mr Lizard?  Whoa, wow, Mr Lizard. I told you to drink some water but not THAT much. Yo dude, you look just like a crocodile.”

Jonathan Green dissolved into deep rumbling laughter, passed on the Mutoko boys’ joint, and said he was quite sure Robert Mugabe wasn’t smoking weed and telling baboon jokes.