Barbara Adair – Researcher and Writer

Author Archive

Buildings of Tokyo

by on Nov.07, 2011, under Unpublished Writing

In the 16th century, the technological wonderment that is Tokyo, was a small castle town called Edo. In 1603 Tokugawa Ieyasu, a militarily powerful shogun, established his feudal government there and so it became Japan’s political centre. In1868, during the Meiji Restoration, the emperor moved his capital from Kyoto to Edo. He renamed it Tokyo, the Eastern Capital.

Tokyo today is Tokyo: blazing violent electric stars, (continue reading…)

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DESPERATION

by on Aug.15, 2011, under Published Short Stories

New Contrast 156

South Africa Literary Journal (Vol 39, No 4, Summer 2011)

Harsh brilliant light in Khorix as gives birth to dust in sunbeams at the BP diesel pump.

Tropicana Bar in Khorixas gives birth to mercenaries and evil African and prostitutes and guerrillas.

Gravel roads in Khorixas gives birth to

a white pick up truck (continue reading…)

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Ethiopian People in Johannesburg

by on Aug.15, 2011, under Published Travel Articles

 

Sunday Independent 2012 JanuaryCars howl; animated machines move, stop, disgorge people …… it is a Monday morning, the beginning of a week that may, or may not, be busy.

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Buying Beads in Tunisia

by on Dec.05, 2010, under Unpublished Writing

Tunisia is situated at the northern most bulge of Africa, it thrusts out toward Sicily and marks the division between the eastern and western Mediterranean Sea. (continue reading…)

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Lesotho and the World Cup – A Road Trip

by on Nov.21, 2010, under Published Travel Articles

 

In: From the Grand Canyon to the Great Wall: Travellors Best, Worst and most Ridiculous Stories from the Road.

Compiled and edited by David Slenk (US)

We drive; a generation, a movement, beating a heart. On the Road, Dean Moriarty, I am on the road, a road trip through Lesotho. … in no time at all we were back on the main highway and that night I saw the entire state of Nebraska unroll before my eyes  … an arrow road, sleeping towns, no traffic and the union pacific streamliner falling behind us in the moonlight … unreal with dream like rapidity as we roared ahead and talked … it was time for us to move on…. we are a seeking generation, we want god to show us his face. (continue reading…)

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