THROUGH A ZANZIBAR  DOORWAY

(My Father and Mother)
Life was very pleasing, lovely beaches hardly no one had been here.

Clove Picking

A Typical Clove Drying Floor

During The Season Many Dhows From Arabia and The Persian gulf at Zanzibar

An Avenue of Casuarina Trees In Zanzibar Town. It so lovely to wonder through this trees. 

Plaiting Mats from the fibre of a small Coastal Palm

An Early Morning Scene In The Fruit and Vegetable Market

A Zanzibar Fruit Stall

An Indian Potter : At Work On A Water Pot

A Zanzibar Craftsman Puts The Finishing Touches To A Fish Trap He Has Constructed From Materials gathered In The Bush.

A Young Swahili Trims The Sail Of His Boat Made From The Hollow Shell Of A Baobab Fruit.

In The Narrow Streets Of The Old Town. 

An African Fisherman : At The Stern Of His Canoe. In His Left hand is a Hollowed Baobab Fruit Used For Baling.

Kizimkazi : The Return Of The Fishing Boats

Kibweni : Country Place Of His Highness The Sultan Of Zanzibar

My mother was going to have a baby.
My Father could see she was pregnant and this was quite difficult for them as there were no midwives or hospitals. So he put her one of his ships. Her Mother was waiting for her in Durban and I was born! I was put in the bottom of a cupboard.
  
My mother was in awful pain, I weighed over 9 pounds, She `asked a  close friend if she would take me to be baptised.  Her friend asked her to come with her, so fresh into the world I was baptised "Toni with an I".

In the end my Mum, Dad and I moved away from Zanzibar. My Mother only wanted a BOY.  My Mum had a BOY and I a brother, called Richard.