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MY AFRIKA



           Samuel Phillips is a writer,      in Africa, he sent a letter to his wife   river and enter Segu, Park was
             podcaster, photographer,        in England marveling at the ease of   obliged to observe it from a dis-
              songwriter and singer.         living there:                      tance. ‘The view of this extensive
        As a content creator, he is passion-  Gold, ivory, wax and slaves may at all   city; the numerous canoes upon the
        ate about creating a better image and   times be had for the most trifling articles;   river; the crowded population, and
                                                                                the cultivated state of the surround-
                                             and a trade, the profit of  which would be
         positive narrative about Afrika.    upwards of  eight hundred per cent, can be   ing country, formed altogether a
             philpsalmist@gmail.com          carried on . . . without the least trouble.   prospect of civilization and magnifi-
                                             You may live here almost for nothing: ten   cence, which I little expected to find
                                             pounds a year would support a whole  in the bosom of Africa.’
                                             family with plenty of  fowls, sheep, milk,   But his own position was perilous.
                                             eggs, butter, honey, bullocks, fish and all   Tired, hungry and in poor health,
                                             sorts of  game.                    he was directed to stay in a village
                                                                                on the north bank, but on arriving
                                             Houghton’s luck soon changed.      there he was met with ‘astonishment
                                             Many of his possessions, including   and fear’. No one there would give
                                             his compass, thermometer, quadrant   him food or shelter. A storm was
                                             and firearms, were destroyed in a   brewing. Dusk fell. Dejected by the
                                             fire; his interpreter deserted him;   prospect of a hard night ahead, he
                                             he joined the caravan of a slave   was sitting beneath a tree when a
                                             trader and reached Bambuk but was   woman returning from labouring
                                             robbed of more possessions; when   in the fields took him to her family
                                             the rainy season started, he devel-  compound, fed him and provided
                                             oped a fever and found it difficult to   him with a place to rest.

          discovery                          make progress; in the last recorded   As he lay down to sleep, one of the
          I read a book titled: The Fortunes   note he sent in September 1791,   women in a family group spinning
          of Africa by Martin Meredith, which   he said he had been robbed once   cotton began to tell his story in a
          talks about 'A 5,000 -Year History   more and deserted by his servants.   song.
          of Wealth, Greed and Endeavour     In 1793, the African Association
          in Africa.' The particular story of   received reports that he was dead.  The winds roared, and the rains fell.
          Mungo Park and his adventure to    Subsequent inquiries suggested     The poor white man, faint and weary,
          the Niger River caught my attention   that he had died alone and starving,   came and sat under our tree.
          in the book. The story did not nec-  abandoned by a caravan, on the   He has no mother to bring him milk; no
          essarily set the record straight but it   edge of the Sahara desert.  wife to grind his corn.
          gave me a different perspective.
                                             Mr Mungo came to town              Other women followed with a

          The story began with how, in No-   Another candidate was hired for    chorus.
          vember 1790, former army officer,   the task. Mungo Park, a 24-year-old   Let us pity the white man; no mother has
          major Daniel Houghton was sent     Scottish doctor who had previously   he . . .
          from London by the African Asso-   served as a ship’s surgeon on a voy-
          ciation, formed by a small group of   age to Asia, arrived on the coast of   Upon his return to London in 1797,
          prominent public figures in 1788 to   the Gambia in June 1795.        the African Association was duly
          promote "the discovery of the in-  On 20 July 1796, six hundred miles   appreciative. ‘We have . . . by Mr
          terior parts of Africa." His mission   from his starting point, as he ap-  Park’s means opened a Gate into
          was to find a route inland from the   proached Segu, the capital of Bam-  the Interior of Africa,’ its founder,
          Gambia River to the Niger River    bara, he caught sight of the Niger. ‘I   Joseph Banks, told members.
          and to reach the legendary city of   saw with infinite pleasure the great object   Eight years later, Park volunteered
          Timbuktu.                          of  my mission; the long sought for, majestic   to try again. His plan this time was
                                             Niger, glittering in the morning sun, as   to take with him an army escort
          In March 1791, Houghton reached    broad as the Thames at Westminster, and   of thirty soldiers and a team of six
          the Mandingo kingdom of Wuli and    flowing to the eastward.’         carpenters, to follow the same route
          trying to explain the life he found                                   from the Gambia to the Niger, and
                                             Refused permission to cross the    then to build boats and to sail



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