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Utter Balderdash!

 

A comment on Rwanda’s 30-year assault on Congo – the crimes, the criminals and the cover-up by Judi Rever

    Conspiracy advocate Judi Rever describes violence that has plagued eastern Congo for the past thirty years. She accuses Rwandan President Paul Kagame of being behind it all. Furthermore, she alleges that the conflict, especially the deaths of hundreds of thousands (her figure) of Rwandan Hutu refugees, were the result of intentional American policy.  Specifically, that the U.S. government aided and abetted Rwandan and Ugandan forces and their local proxies in order to murder the Hutus, depose Mobutu and secure mineral rights to the region.  Her allegations in that regard are simply spurious.

    Woven within her bag of lies are some facts including accurate quotations from me and other American ambassadors. Even though she quotes us, Rever blithely dismisses our statements as fabrications designed to cover-up American involvement.  Rever especially impugns the reputation of Robert Houdek, accusing him of being a CIA mastermind, but who in reality as a State Department retiree, headed up the USAID team in Kisangani and liaised with UNHCR in the successful effort to repatriate thousands of refugees to Rwanda.

    No student or observer of the region, including American diplomats, doubt that violence, some of it horrific, occurs there.  Rever names some of the African cast responsible. Yet, she returns to the allegation that somehow the U.S. is responsible.  This sentiment is both patronizing and racist because it infers that Africans are not competent to wage their own wars or pursue their own interests. They must rely on the U.S. for direction.

    Don’t honor this garbage by buying this book.

The Founders

 

I write occasional reviews of books by Peace Corps authors for PeaceCorpsWorldwide.org. Following is a review of The Founders by Bryan Tenney, Dorrance Publishing, 2025

The premise of the novel, which appears in the first chapter, is that Thomas Jefferon and George Washington are reincarnated from their times to ours.  Their mission as devised by the scientific cabal that brought them back to life is to cleanse modern America from an evil tyrant, aka Trump.

But first the founders must realize when and where they are. They have to come to terms with the times and with the changes that the centuries have wrought.  A sub-plot is that Jefferson remembers a treasure, which he recovers. This provides the where-with-all for the two to pay their way but also alerts law enforcement to mystery bandits.  Much of the novel revolves around their moving around the country to avoid capture.

Value in the story comes from the mirror in which we see ourselves through the founders’ eyes. They marvel at dress, transportation, communications, and race relations in the current era and bewail the loss of simplicity and courtesy in everyday life, and in politics especially, comity.

Corrupt, venial, misogynist President Bribe is a thinly veiled portrait of Trump.  Despite the author’s effort to depict him, the reality of Trump’s egregious behavior is greater than the fiction.  Some things you just cannot make up.  Nonetheless, Bribe provides comic relief as the founders finally engage in their mission.

In the end it all works out although the fate of the protagonists remains unresolved.

This novel is a mirror, a satire and an inditement.  The author’s desire for a cure to current ills comes through strongly.  That is the strength of the tale. Let’s look at ourselves, make honest judgements and corrections.

Robert Gribbin built rural water systems as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Kenya (68-70).  He later served forty years in the U.S. Foreign Service as a diplomat and ambassador. He is the author of two memoirs; In the Aftermath of Genocide – The U.S. Role in Rwanda and My African Anthology. His latest novel is Freida’s Secret, a story starting with Stanley’s rescue of Emin Pasha in 1888 and culminating in a treasure hunt in Idi Amin’s Uganda.

The Emperor Revealed!

 

Bokassa 1er by Pierre Pean, editions Moreau, 1977 and L’Ogre de Berengo by Bernard Loubat, editions Lefeuvre, 1981, are books in French about Jean Bedel Bokassa who, in 1977, crowned himself emperor of Central Africa.  I was there at the coronation as the gift bearer from the U.S. government.  At the time I was the desk officer at the Department of State for the Central African Republic. I volunteered for the task of carting the gift, a clipper ship etched into Stubben glass, to Bangui.  (There is a piece about the coronation in my book My African Anthology).  I had previously served a two-year tour (74-76) as a junior diplomat at the embassy in Bangui and would return in 1992 as ambassador. By then a much more mentally feeble Bokassa was in prison. He was released in the aftermath of the election of 1993 and confined to house arrest until his death a year or so later.  This aside is to state that I met Bokassa on several occasions in the 1970s. I congratulated him on becoming emperor in 1977. Bokassa wrote me letters in my capacity as ambassador while he was incarcerated in the 90s, but I judged it wise not to reply.  Nor did it seem wise for me to visit him once he was released from prison. 

Without doubt, Bokassa was a key figure in the history of Oubangui-Chari/Central African Republic/Central African Empire.  These two books delve at great length into his chaotic reign.  Bokassa1er is a biography. It relates Bokassa’s rise from the village, his 27-year stint in the French army, back to Bangui in the nascent army at independence, his 1965 coup d’etat and subsequent life as president à vie, then emperor.  The author tells many of the stories that are outrageous, funny, or horrifying that characterized Bokassa’s tenure as head of state.  He ruled through intimidation and fear and did not hesitate to murder or imprison his enemies. Additionally, the book reports extensively on the coronation itself, and France’s complicity in the event. Pean also provides the context of a nation being run into the ground economically by the greed and capriciousness of its leader.

In the L’Ogre de Berengo Loubat expands on these themes.  Further, he reports in detail the massacres of January and April 1979 that led to Bokassa’s ouster, as well as the ouster itself by French paratroops in September 1979. However, about half of L’Ogre is a recitation of three weeks author Loubat spent in Bangui in the summer of 1979 in a quest to get the emperor on record through a filmed interview.  It was a Kafkaesque sojourn. Loubat, his cameraman and a sycophantic (to Bokassa) French guide were feted, praised, spied upon, reviled, and feared as they periodically called on the emperor. They listened to his tirades and suffered from the bizarre protocols of the imperial court and the fearful hesitancy of its councilors. In the interim the journalists carefully sounded out “sources” in the capital and gleaned many views about the emperor and the state of the nation.  Candidly reported, the chronicle paints a sad picture of a megalomanic, paranoic, narcissist leader sowing the seeds of his own demise while leading a nation to ruin.

While reading these books in the spring of 2026, I could not help but seeing parallels between the personalities and actions of Jean Bedel Bokassa and Donald J. Trump.

These books gave my French a workout. The texts jumped about, used lots of colloquialisms, metaphors and odd vocabulary. My dictionary was quite useful. 

Turmoil in the Congo - War, Conservation and Gorillas

 

The Guardian of the Gorillas, by Robert E. Whitehead, Xlibris, 2025

     This is a fascinating biography of Adrien Deschryver, an extraordinary Belgian who lived through the trying times of Congolese independence and mercenary incursions in eastern Congo, later to evolve into a conservationist, researcher, habituator and protector of the rare gorillas of Kahuzi-Biega Park.   Although related to and written down by author Robert Whitehead, the story is told in the first person, in Deschryver’s own words.

    The tale begins with his migration as a youth to eastern Congo, near Bukavu, in the 1950s where Deschryver’s parents bought a quinine plantation. In the company of Batwa tackers, the boy began to know the nearby forest, home of gorillas.  In the 1960s eastern Congo burst into flames, first with independence and then off and on for the next six years engulfed in vicious internal rebellions accompanied by bloody mercenary incursions. As a young man Deschryver was caught up in all of this. He defended his family and friends and walked a tightrope balancing his – often violent – actions against the need to maintain credibility with the new authorities.  More than once, he had to flee for his life.  Ultimately, he cobbled together a truce that enabled him to remain in place.

    As planter prospects diminished on account of nationalization, Deschryver turned his attention to conservation. He was named director of Kahuzi-Biega forest and presided over it as it became a national park.  Deschryver was determined to get to know the elusive gorillas of the forest and spent months devising methods to observe them.  He realized early on that if the park was to maintain its integrity and pay its way, gorillas must become a tourist attraction. Patience, trial and error resulted in success.  Kahuzi-Biega became the foremost location for gorilla viewing.  Although Deschryver’s methods were sharply criticized by Dian Fossey who eschewed tourism, the formula worked for Zaire.  Deschryver rightly deserves a place among the pantheon of primatologists.

    This book captures the tension, the squabbles, the violence, the intrigue and the relationships of a volatile man as he confronts the challenges set before him. His tale is well written, well-paced and well worth reading.  

Murder Mystery in Kenya

 

Murder on Safari by Elspeth Huxley, Harper Brothers, 1939

              I found this book in a neighborhood little library. It is no longer available commercially, so if you want to read it, find a good library. It is a murder mystery set in Kenya in the 1930s written by prominent Kenyan author Elspeth Huxley.  Because she drew extensively on her knowledge of Africa, the setting is impeccable. The sights, smells and events of a bush safari are clearly evoked.

The story involves a luxury safari done with all the trappings and peopled by a number of odd characters.  People die. The tale jerks on occasionally buttressed by observations by the African staff on the eccentricities of the Europeans.   The plot is complicated and intriguing. It will keep you guessing, but the intrepid police inspector works it out in the end.

Aside from the plot, Huxley’s characters discuss the plight of rhinos, “poachers kill many rhinos so soon there will be none left alive.”  How prescient?  Note that this book and thus this sentiment was written in 1937.   The characters also debate the validity of big game hunting noting that a man with a high-powered rifle has a distinct advantage over a lion just resting after supper.  They wonder whether the undertaking is worthwhile, or even ethical.  Again, it is interesting to note that these types of discussions figured in Huxley’s Kenya ninety years ago.

I enjoyed the mystery and give it an A.

Implausible Kenyan Story?

 

Review of Rare Earth by Davis Bunn, Bethany House, 2012.

    I seek out books set in Kenya and this one is, sort of. The author takes great liberties with geography and facts. (Okay, it is fiction so he can do this). He uses place names, but little is where it ought to be. Same with tribes. He places Ndebele people in Kenya, They are from Zimbabwe; also Angola appears as Kenya’s neighbor.  The author posits that the Luo people come from near what “the English call Kilimanjaro.” Wrong on two counts. Luos live nowhere near the mountain.  And, although the English may call it Kilimanjaro, that is what the local people named it.  Kilimanjaro means mountain of coldness in Swahili. Luos also end up in one of the camps, north of Elgon, again hundreds of miles from their homeland. Interestingly, for the sake of the story, Mt. Elgon erupts. That and drought cause thousands to flee to camps. Bunn calls them refugee camps, but they are really camps for internally displaced persons. But he needs them to be refugee camps so he can invoke a UN presence, and a shadowy American mercenary outfit.

    Another nitpick: the author continually refers to the heat, even at dawn, in Nairobi and the highlands near Elgon. Come on! Those regions are over a mile high. They are rarely tropically hot.  

    The overly dramatic plot revolves finally around the title – the discovery and corruption around deposits of rare earth.  The Chinese and corrupt Kenyans figure in the theft, coverup and violence that the hero, operating secretly on behalf of the U.S. government with the connivance of Israelis and Kenyan elders, finally uncovers and resolves. It is a bit of a stretch.

    I give the book a C-.  Nice try, the plot was passable, but the setting needed to be more accurate.

Amin, Museveni and the fate of Uganda

 

Review and Critique of Slow Poison – Idi Amin, Yoweri Museveni and the making of the Ugandan State, by Mahmood Mamdani, Belknap Press, Cambridge, 2025.

             This opus is an insider’s look at Uganda that will appeal to insiders knowledgeable about Uganda. It is an academic treatise so can be complicated. Essentially the author Professor Mahmood Mamdani, a Ugandan of Asian ethnicity, tells the story of Uganda’s evolution from independence forward. He mixes history, his opinions of what happened and why alongside a recitation of his personal involvement in issues of the day.

Mamdani lays initial blame for Uganda’s ills on British colonialism which established an authoritarian social/economic system that divided people into categories by race, religion, nationality, place of birth, tribe, and geography.  He credits Idi Amin with upsetting that system by rejecting Britian and expelling Asians (like Mamdani’s family) to usher in an era of black African empowerment.  Mamdani acknowledges Amin’s eccentricities and brutality, but nonetheless credits him with transforming the nation, and placing it on grounds where citizens, i.e. black Africans, were more equal before the law.  Overall, the thrust of Mamdani’s observations about Amin provides a more positive perspective on his rule.

The author dwells extensively (and not unexpectedly) on the expulsion of Asians. He discusses citizenship and enfranchisement at length throughout the book. He opines that if Asian property had been transferred to astute Baganda businessmen rather than illiterate army thugs, the economy would not have crashed so badly.   

Turning to Museveni, Amin initially saw him as the embodiment of a newer era of politics based on widespread democratic participation.  That hope, however, was not to be realized as Museveni was stymied by the reality of consolidating power and the need to improve Uganda’s standing with the international community.  Museveni succumbed to the “Washington Consensus,” that is, the necessity to implement stringent economic measures in order to become eligible for IMF/IBRD and other western aid.  Such measures began a spiral of consequences, which coupled with ongoing conflict in Uganda’s north led Museveni to resort to colonial type divisions to retain control.   Thus, he reinstituted and expanded upon internal tribal and ethnic divisions. Museveni waged unrelenting war against northerners, more for political than military objectives. As time went by, corruption increased dramatically. Army and political figures engaged in fraud and deception. Museveni cleverly distracted foreign criticism of human rights abuses and internal deficiencies by engaging openly in the regional war on terror by providing troops for operations in Somalia and Sudan.  This persuaded the United States and other powers to back away from confrontation on internal Ugandan issues.

The most interesting (and coherent) part of the book is the summary conclusion chapter. It condenses all that went before into an understandable essay.  Mamdani concludes that Uganda is a mess. He professes that broad based accountable democracy might turn the tide but offers little hope that will happen in the near future.

Critique

I thought the book jumped around too much.  Ostensibly a chronicle, Mamdani interjected anecdotes that jumped forward or backward in time. It was hard to keep track of where you were in the sequence of events.  

I spotted several errors of fact, several misspellings and misuse of words.  None of which ought to occur in a scholarly book published by a reputable press.  That I, not a Ugandan specialist, could spot such mistakes, leads me to ask what other errors exist in the history that I did not discern.

To wit: In chapter ten, Mamdani reports that in the1980s he conferred with Joseph Kabila on the terrace of the Imperial Hotel in Kampala. Joseph Kabila was only a child then. Mamdani met his father Laurent Kabila. Later the author notes that in 1986 he flew to Rwanda.  Obviously, judging from the statement of being met by James Kabarebe, a prominent Rwandan army figure in the Tutsi regime that took power after the 1994 genocide, the date should be 1996. There are other mistakes regarding Rwanda; in chapter twelve, Fred Rwigyema’s name is misspelled and Paul Kagame, later (and current) president of Rwanda, is given the incorrect first name of Alex. In the same chapter Laurent Kabila is again called Joseph. Perhaps intentionally to offset the ousting of “Joseph” Mobutu in 1997.  While it is correct that Mobutu’s baptismal name was Joseph Desiré he had gone by Mobutu Sese Seko for the preceding 25 years.  I note that in his conclusion chapter, Mamdani got the Rwandan and Congolese names correct.  Perhaps the most egregious error, however, is in chapter 13 calling the Lord’s Resistance Army, the Lord’s Redemption Army.   Joseph Kony’s cult is well documented as the Lord’s Resistance Army. 

Nitpicks

In chapter 13, South Sudan in 2005 is referred to as ‘independent.’  ‘Autonomous’ would be appropriate.  Independence did not come until 2011.  In the final chapter when describing the population of Luwero “consisting of Baganda and Banyarwanda (both ethnically Bantu), as well as other northerners.”  Surely Mamdani means “southerners.” 

Recommendation

All in all, I enjoyed the book. It fills gaps in the history of Uganda and provides a good perspective on what happened. The “I was there” factor adds to the veracity of the story, although the digressions into political philosophy of who was thinking what at the time in the intellectual community, clouds the history. Mamdani names names, which again – when he gets them right – adds credibility to his memories.  Ugandans, students and observers of Africa will find this an interesting book.

Additional Comment:

As I write in January 2026. Museveni has just been elected to another term as president.

Intrigued by Mamdani’s assessments of Amin and Museveni, I took the opportunity to review various U.S. government officials’ assessments of the two.  I read oral history transcripts on the www.adst.org site. Essentially the histories, mine included, are reflections of places, events, people and issues that Foreign Service personnel encountered during their careers.

Amin was characterized, especially by Ambassador Tom Melady and DCM/chargé Bob Keeley as the bloody tyrant that he was. They give particulars. They found him difficult to deal with and a terrible, capricious manager of government.  Ultimately the U.S. decision to evacuate the embassy in 1973 was predicated on Amin’s unpredictability and threats against Americans.  These two interlocutors with Amin would give him no credit – as Mamdani does – for improving Uganda.

Museveni is more of a mixed bag. Those of us who knew him earlier in his career found him articulate, engaging, and open to ideas and discussion.  He was always self-deprecating and had a wry sense of humor.  His economic/social vision for Uganda was practical and being implemented. Contrary to Mamdani, we Americans felt that conformity to global financial standards and requirements was the best way forward for Uganda.  Throughout Americans questioned Museveni’s devotion to non-political party democracy, but at least initially it worked.  Besides my recollection, I recommend Mike Southwick, who was ambassador from 1994 to 1997, and Steve Browning who served from 2006 to 2009. Browning found Museveni, after more than twenty years in power, to be more imperial and less prone to listening to or following advice from the outside.  That characteristic has only gotten worse in the last 16 years.

Although a great number of Foreign Service personnel have recorded their career histories with ADST, many have not. I was disappointed to find that after the mid-nineties, only Southwick and Browning registered memories of Uganda. I would have liked more. Concomitantly, I note that of my eight successors as ambassador to Rwanda, only one, Mike Arietti, has done a history. Again, I would love to know what others’ impressions of people and places were.

Near Death in the Desert

 

A review of Skeletons on the Zahara – a true story of survival by Dean King, Back Bay Books, 2004.

 

Not for the squeamish!  Unfortunately, I read this book during the Christmas holiday season when comfort and plenty sustained me.  It was a stark contrast to the squalor, deprivation, and cruelty suffered by the victims of an 1815 shipwreck on Africa’s Atlantic coast. The crew were enslaved and held for ransom by local tribesmen.

The facts of the event were drawn from bestselling accounts written by Captain James Riley of the sailing ship Commerce and one of his crewmen Archie Robbins.  Due to currents, winds, and poor navigation, the ship ran aground off Cape Barbas, in what today is Western Sahara.  The men all made it ashore where they were savaged and captured by local tribesmen. The tribes of that era were Islamic. They hated and feared white Christians, whom they deemed sub-human.  The crewmen were outnumbered and without weapons. To survive they had to comply.   This they did. The narrative describes the ravages of hunger and thirst, of beatings, neglect and deliberate cruelty.   The reader will learn a lot about the human body’s physical ability to persevere. That plus strong mental determination to live sustained the crewmen during their ordeal.

The book is replete with information about the tribes who captured the crew, about their own lives of privation.  The western Sahara (spelled Zahara in the title in recognition of the spelling used in 1815) was a bleak landscape of hard rock, sand and occasional scrub. Water was rare.  This part of the Sahara was probably the most challenging for human life on the planet.  The tribes were nomadic. They relied totally on camels. (A reader will glean more information than necessary about camels.) The tribal culture was dominated by men. The families displayed an astonishing hospitality towards each other, but not to foreign Christians, whom they demeaned, brutalized and starved.

Ultimately, Captain Riley cut a deal with a tribesman to pay a ransom when he and his men were delivered to freedom in Morrocco.  There was much reneging, renegotiating, violence and intrigue as the crew – still slaves – was marched north to safety.  Robbins, who had been separated from his fellows early on, followed a sperate path towards freedom a year or so later.

This is a book about survival.  It is a remarkable testament to the fortitude of individuals who sustained themselves in very trying circumstances.  The book also accurately portrays Northwest Africa of the epoch – its geography, its peoples and its cultures.  One cannot help but wonder how much of the culture lingers on in modern Western Sahara.   

Peace Corps in Nigeria

 

A review of A Snowflake in the Jungle – My two years in the Peace Corps Nigeria, West Africa, 1964-66, by James Jablonski, Publisher: Gravel Pit Press, 2025

    This memoir of time spent in Nigeria is not a snapshot. It is more a full-length feature film. The story is drawn from a daily journal and scads of letters home. It faithfully recounts Jim Jablonski’s – JJ as he was called by villagers - profound Peace Corps experience in a Nigerian village.  He was the only white man to reside in Affa - perhaps the inspiration for the title - and was given the task of creating a cooperative to grow and market vegetables.  The memoir traces the hurdles involved: convincing villagers to participate, securing the land, inputs and water, protecting the gardens from pests such as insects and wild cattle, the hard never-ending physical labor required, the vagaries of climate, and the difficulties of marketing.  But most important to the project’s success were the human interactions, the relationships built, the quarrels ironed out and friendships developed.  Jablonski chronicles these developments as they unfold.

    Throughout the book, the author muses about economic development and the difficulties of convincing villagers who are enthusiastic about an idea but are reluctant to do the work required to implement it. He judges that the pains of poverty are offset by rich relationships and spirituality. JJ learns much about Igbo culture, about the village hierarchy, about hospitality, marriages, burials and other ceremonies where cultural obligations take priority over modern logic. He observes the subordinate role of women.  He notes the dichotomy between the work ethic of school leavers who disdain physical labor and garden participants. He discusses the clash between traditional juju religion and Christianity but participates in both.  In summary, JJ becomes subsumed in village life. At first, they tolerated him, but because of his industriousness, came to appreciate him.

    This memoir will appeal to those who want the nitty gritty of what a day-to-day Peace Corps experience was like. Folks who served in West Africa will certainly want to compare JJ’s experience to their own.  Overall, the many anecdotes reveal a life changing experience for all involved – Jablonski certainly, but also his Nigerian friends, acquaintances, counterparts, fellow volunteers, missionary friends and government officials. That is what the Peace Corps is supposed to do.  Make a difference.

    Comment.  One cannot help but wonder, as does the author, whether the project can survive the absence of leadership provided by the PCV.  I believe that by their nature cooperatives have short life spans. Early success may keep them going but over time enthusiasm wanes, people move on, conflict arises and the venture expires.  That might have been the fate of JJ's cooperative but there was little time for internal dynamics to erode. Instead, the project was a victim of Nigeria's terrible civil war that reduced Biafra and Affa to ashes.     

 

Tropical Ice, Elephants and Adventure

 

A review of Outsider – A life with the Elephants and Mountains of Africa by Iain Allan, Vanguard Press, 2024

In this memoir Iain Allan retraces his times in Kenya from the 1950s to the present.  Originally from Scotland, he arrived in Nairobi as a preteen. There he found the stiff British Kenya culture stultifying. He did not prosper in school but found his niche in rock climbing. He honed this skill and summited Mounts Kilimanjaro and Kenya by the age of eighteen. Upon graduation he followed loves to England and Australia before realizing that his destiny lay in Kenya.

Once back home, Allan became a safari guide specializing in taking clients up Kilimanjaro and Kenya. On his own time, he pioneered climbing routes on those mountains and on other cliffs.  (Indeed, a good part of the memoir details just what was done and where. Rock climbers will undoubtedly find these descriptions fascinating.) Ultimately Allan started his own company called Tropical Ice that focused on adventure experiences on the mountains but also in the bush, especially walking treks through the national parks of Tsavo West and Tsavo East. 

The author recounts good safari stories of encounters with wild animals. He tells of conquests of mountains around the globe. Throughout he names people – friends and adversaries – encountered along the way.  He muses over changes in clients’ attitudes towards safaris ranging from enthusiastic flexibility in days past to demands for precise undeviating information today. He attributes this to the impact of modern information-on-demand culture. He also tracks the vicissitudes of Kenyan government policy regarding poaching. Finally, he notes with understanding and regret that Kenya’s burgeoning population increasingly puts pressure on the wild spaces and creatures that he loves.   

In sum Allan’s recollections constitute a good story; one well worth reading. People who know Kenya – its geography, people and challenges -  will enjoy his perspective. He called them as he saw them.  I learned a lot about rock climbing.  I especially enjoyed the passages about walks along the Tsavo River.  They brought back memories. My wife Connie and I participated in one of those excursions in 1983 with Iain and Mohamed as guides.

Review from The Literary Reporter

 

My African Anthology by Robert E. Gribbin is a vivid, multifaceted collection of stories and vignettes that transport readers into the heart of contemporary Africa.

With the keen insight of a seasoned diplomat, Gribbin captures the complexities, beauty, and challenges of the continent through tales that span everything from Gacaca justice in Rwanda to mysterious disappearances, rebel encounters, and mythic beasts. Each story pulses with authenticity, whether depicting the quiet strength of landscapes or the charged tension of political intrigue.

Gribbin’s prose is evocative, rooted in lived experience, and often poetic, as shown in his lush descriptions of acacia-scented air and towering mountains.

The collection is not just an exploration of Africa’s external realities but also of its spiritual and cultural soul. For readers seeking a deeper, more human understanding of Africa, beyond the headlines, this anthology offers a compelling, memorable journey into its many truths.

Secrets from Africa?

 

       My latest tale from Africa, Freida's Secret, is now available on amazon as both an e-book ($2.99) and a paperback ($13.99). I enjoyed writing this one. It starts with a recitation of the famous, but ill fated, expedition to relieve Emin Pasha and morphs into a story about his daughter Freida and subsequently the efforts of a former Peace Corps Volunteer to discover the secret. 

    The search for Freida’s secret begins in 19^th century Africa, leads onward to Germany before and during the world wars and ends in Idi Amin’s Uganda.   African explorer Henry M. Stanley’s 1887 expedition to relieve beleaguered Emin Pasha, governor of Equatoria Province of Sudan foundered in the depths of the equatorial rainforest prior to arriving on the shore of Lake Albert where Pasha, and his daughter Freida, who were threaten by Islamic jihadists resided. After much dithering, they reluctantly decamped from Equatoria joining Stanley on a march to the coast. That is history, but what happened to young Freida as she carried a secret forward in life? A mixed-race child she was shunted off to Germany where she confronted the strictures of culture and Nazism. Her secret preserved until uncovered by an American research student in the 1970s.  He in turn set out for Africa to find the truth.  

    Author Gribbin weaves an intriguing tale that combines history and fiction. It is buttressed throughout by realistic descriptions of places – the horrors of the jungle, first sighting of the Mountains of the Moon, the slave port of Bagamoyo, steamship travel through the Suez, Hamburg during the Nazi era, Peace Corps travels in Tanzania, Idi Amin’s Uganda - and people – boisterous Stanley, enigmatic Emin Pasha, self-confident Freida and intrepid Gerson. In sum, it is a heartwarming tale that leads us to ask – what other secrets lie undiscovered?

Insight, Views and Advice from an Africanist

 

 A comment on Born in Kansas but made in Africa by Mark Wentling. Ebook off Amazon.

     Wentling had a long and storied career in Africa as a Peace Corps Volunteer, Peace Corps staffer, USAID employee and contractor for various NGOs.  He has visited all of Africa’s 54 nations. (I’m jealous. I only have 46.)  Mark has written about thirteen books describing his experiences. Perhaps this is his last one. He goes back over well plowed territory to recount and relate pithy bits of conversations, mostly with Africans. These recollections are full of opinions, both theirs and Wentling’s, which collectively reveal a realistic cynicism about Africa – about culture, about the role of experts, about American development efforts – guided and misguided - about whites in a black land, and foremost about how interlocutors see themselves in their societies.

    If there are themes in this collection they are: home grown corruption complicates everything, development projects have a short life span, western ideas for agricultural progress are flawed.  Wentling harps on the last point. Africa’s food production has declined due to urban migration, poor soil quality, uncertain land rights, insufficient inputs, market issues, and limited irrigation.  Efforts to mitigate these constraints have not been very effective.

    The book is somewhat difficult to follow. Ostensibly organized along chronological lines by decades, nonetheless it jumps around forward and backward in time and across regions. You can be reading an anecdote from Niger in the 1970s and then be transported to Mozambique in the 90s.  Fortunately, there is no plot, just the stream of anecdotes and observations. 

    All told, I found the book to be interesting and truthful.  Wentling admits that the Africa he first knew is gone. He describes the past and his experiences well, but the continent is changing as are attitudes, policies and possibilities.  Increasingly decisions of what Africa is to become rest with its peoples.

The Horror of Ebola

 

A review of Crisis in the Red Zone by Richard Preston, Random House, 2019

Richard Preston the foremost author writing about hemorrhagic fever, especially Ebola, provides a blow-by-blow, day-by-day, chronicle of how the 2013/14 Ebola epidemic arose, grew, and swamped West Africa in disease and death.  He tells of patient zero, a child in Guinea, and tabulates how the virus spread via contaminated bodily fluids, specifically through traditional funeral practices and/or care for those infected.  At first no one in the medical establishment knew what they were dealing with, perhaps malaria, perhaps Lassa fever.  No one knew of Ebola in West Africa. When laboratories in the U.S. and Europe finally identified the virus as Ebola, the epidemic had already killed hundreds. Thousands more were to die.

The bulk of the book details the personal stories of the heroic work of front-line medical personnel in Kenema, Sierra Leone and their efforts to find victims, identify the virus, but mostly to care for the infected.  Preston writes of bloody medical procedures, the difficulty of working in protective gear, and the challenges of providing care in overcrowded unsanitary wards, as well as the need to counter community fears and suspicions engendered by so many deaths.  An additional challenge was the necessity to get the outside world to recognize the scope of the tragedy and to step up.

In order to put the 2014 outbreak in perspective, Preston remembers the first major outbreak in the Congo in 1976. Again, the author effectively employs personal vignettes in order to tell the tale.  In the Congo hundreds died before village communities there invoked the ancient rule, a practice of isolation and quarantine in which those infected were left to live or die. Either way the disease ran its course and did not spread further.

In addition to events in West Africa, Preston also details how individuals in the U.S. and Europe, the small community of folks who tracked dangerous viruses, worked to identify the virus, parse its DNA and begin to create an antidote.   Once one dose (of 7) was in West Africa, medical personnel there were confronted with the ethical issue of who should receive it.  ZMAPP vaccine was not used in Sierra Leone to save a key doctor but was used in Liberia to save an American doctor and a nurse.

By the time more vaccine could be produced, the terrible epidemic had largely run its course.  Two key doctors and thirty-seven nurses from Kenema Hospital numbered among the 10,000 dead in the region.

Preston concludes with a warning: with Ebola we were lucky! The world is not prepared for a lethal virus that could devastate the planet’s huge cities.  

Comment:  The book focuses narrowly on the early spread of the disease coupled with efforts in the U.S. to identify the scourge.  What is missing is an assessment of how governments of the three affected countries (Guinea, Liberia, Sierra Leone) acted, how the international community intervened, with what assistance and when.  I was the interim U.S. ambassador in Freetown in August and September of 2014 at the height of the epidemic. CDC had dozens of experts on the ground, to be followed by disaster team from USAID. Neighboring Liberia had more of the same including a belated U.S. military presence.  It did take some time, but finally the collective effort of many governments and organizations helped stem the tide.  As Preston correctly notes Ebola died out – this time – essentially because the ancient rule of isolation, quarantine, and no contact was implemented by the governments and communities affected.

A separate note: As U.S. Ambassador in the Central African Republic (1992-1995) I once visited the town of Mobaye, located on the Oubangui River across from Zaire.  The Ebola River and the mission of Yambuku where Ebola first surfaced in 1976 were nearby. Zairians often came to Mobaye for market and health care. While touring the local hospital I asked the doctor in charge about procedures for patients who had hemorrhagic fever. He said such people did not come to the hospital, instead they quarantined themselves or the village did, or neighboring villages did, while the disease ran its course. Clearly this was the ancient rule that Preston identified being implemented.

 

What is the link between food, Africa and happiness?

 

Following is my review of Food, Africa, and the Pursuit of Contentedness, by Mark Schultz, Backwood Basics Press, 2021, which I wrote at the behest of PeaceCorpsWorldwide.org and which is published on that site. 

    The title tells it all. This book is a memoir about Peace Corps service in Africa with side themes about food eaten there and the relative contentment of most citizens (and PCVs) with their lives.  No one had much but they made what they had suffice.  After Peace Corps, the book morphs into advocacy for fresh food for Americans through organic gardening and disdain for commercially produced sugar and fat filled foods.

    Schultz was a fisheries volunteer assigned in 1982 to Basse Kotto prefecture east of the capital city of Bangui, Central African Republic. The terrain of the region was conducive to the establishment of fishponds for growing tilapia. That was Schultz’s task. Convince farmers to dig ponds, help them do it, provide fingerlings and teach aquaculture.  A reader will learn lots about fish culture. What worked and why.  Beyond that the author’s descriptions of everyday life ring true for all who have served – insects, darkness, inquisitive children, always being the butt of the joke, crowded markets, motorcycle maintenance, malaria, the joy of growing understanding of culture, and even the thrill of an ice-cold coke.

    An astute observer of life around him, Schultz notes the difficulties of poverty in villages – inadequate nutrition, nonexistent medical services, subsistence agriculture, lack of opportunities, no monetary income - yet he concludes villagers were generous, sharing and content with their lives.  He contrasts that with the western quest for possessions, more and more of everything, including non-nutritious food.

    Returning from Africa in the mid-eighties, Schultz devoted himself to trying to find that balance of contentment he saw in villagers. He believes that a pathway to such harmony is fresh food via sustainable, organic practices. A bricoleur (handy man) at heart, Schultz fabricated, tested and operated several systems for fish or poultry production plus various greenhouse heating and irrigation systems.  Much “how to” is included in the book.

    In sum Schultz’s book is an interesting combination of an evocative portrait of a fisheries volunteer in the CAR and his later in life advocacy for contentment through wise eating. At first glance it seems to be an unworkable link, but it works. The Central African portions clearly provide the basis for the convictions and advocacy that followed.

 

Robert Gribbin built rural water systems as a PCV in Kenya in the late 1960s. He subsequently spent forty years with the State Department, mostly in Africa, including five years in the Central African Republic. He is the author of two memoirs In the Aftermath of Genocide – the U.S. Role in Rwanda and My African Anthology, plus five novels set in Africa.   

  

 

 

 

 

Interview with Robert Gribbin

 The following interview grew out of questions posed by a literary agent interested in my background and my writing. 

A talk with the author

Do you use a pen name?

No pen name, I use Robert Gribbin or Robert E. Gribbin

Why do you write?

As an American diplomat in Africa for forty plus years I wrote thousands of reports of meetings, visits, travel, political, economic and social analyses, policy studies and recommendations, and more.  The culmination of my official career was my memoir about the genocide in Rwanda.  I gradually transferred writing skills to anecdotes that could be published and to fiction.  In my retirement years I focused on novels and short stories accurately set in Africa and on stories for my grandchildren – whimsical magical stories for little girls and scary campfire tales for older boys.

What do you do besides writing?

Outside of writing, I stay connected to African and foreign policy issues. I am the family historian and genealogist. I enjoy golf and sailing. I built a log cabin along a river in West Virginia where I find peace.

What is your educational background?

 I earned a BA in history, cum laude with honors, from the University of the South, Sewanee, Tennessee, (1968) and an MA in international relations from The Johns Hopkins School of Advanced International Studies (1973). I successfully completed the Foreign Service Institute’s intense 20-week graduate level economic training program in 1977. I speak French and Swahili.

What are some of your publications?

I wrote In the Aftermath of Genocide: the U.S. Role in Rwanda, iUniverse, 2005, a memoir about service in Rwanda, the causes and effects of genocide, what the U.S. knew and did not know. I produced self-study guides for East Africa, South Africa and Liberia, for the Foreign Service Institute in 2000. An article Implementing AFRICOM: Tread Carefully was published in the Foreign Service Journal, May 2008. I published a novel, State of Decay, an Oubangui Chronicle Infinity Press, 2001, another novel Murder in Mombasa, smashwords.com, 2013, a third novel, The Last Rhino, iUniverse.com, 2020, a fourth The Serpent of the Nile, kdp.com, 2021, and a fifth Finding Kony, kdp.com, 2023. My latest book is My African Anthology, kdp.com, 2024. I authored a chapter entitled After the Genocide in The Crisis of the African State, Marine Corps University Press, and an article Twenty Years After Genocide for the online magazine of American Diplomacy.org. I also wrote an article entitled Ralph Izard – Commissioner to Tuscany, for Carologue, the magazine of the South Carolina Historical Society.  I regularly contribute fiction and lighter pieces about life in Africa to the Foreign Service Journal and book reviews to americandiplomacy.org and friendsofkenya.org. Finally, I won second prize in a PeaceCorpswriters.org contest for a six-word story. “Piped water frees girls for school.” I blog on African Reflections, www.rwandakenya.blogspot.com.

What is your writing routine?

I do not follow a set routine for writing. I sit and type any time of day or evening in my lower-level office when something is bubbling in my head.  When I get going, I can write for hours at a time. I pause often to edit and review.  I am motivated when I think I have a good story. I do not make careful outlines, but sketchy ones. I just let the ideas come to me. I write mostly for my own enjoyment. If I create something that others enjoy or learn from, so much the better.  As a retiree, my time is mostly my own. So, I can budget and focus on what I want to do, when I want to.

Tell about The Last Rhino.

The thought and theme for The Last Rhino grew out of my first novel State of Decay. I thought there would be some good adventure and a focus on conservation in a story set in the Congo. I carried two characters, Philippe and Ndomazi, from State of Decay forward.  The rhino part resulted from an earlier trip to Kenya where we encountered the last two remaining northern white rhinos at Ol Pejeta conservancy. I knew that their historic range included northern Congo and that Garamba Park there remained undeveloped.   The message was that wild Africa is under siege from lawlessness, inattention and poaching. There is, however, still time to reverse the situation.  The ending of finding living rhinos in the care of traditional people underlines the fact that modern is not always the best solution. Additionally, the story is about second chances and the need to take advantage when they occur.

The most difficult part of the book to write was how to put traditional Africans and their beliefs into a believable context for the story.  I liked the idea that the rhino embodied the spirit of the guardian of the people, so, went with that.

Who is your intended audience?

I am never quite sure who my intended audience is. Foreign Service personnel, returned Peace Corps Volunteers, and others who know Africa well enjoy the stories because they legitimately validate their experiences.  I think, however, that my readership is wider.  Anyone who is up for a good, somewhat exotic tale will enjoy the stories.

One of my key strengths is that the Africa I write about is the one that exists.  The situations, encounters, descriptions, people, geography and dialog are accurate. More than one reader has noted that my books ought to be primers for anyone interested in Africa because they are so true.

Do you have any new projects underway?

I am currently engaged in polishing up a new novel, entitled Freida’s Secret. It is, of course, set in Africa beginning during the age of exploration in the 19^th century and culminating with the discovery of a hidden treasure in the 20^th.  The historic part of the story tracks Henry Stanley’s 1880s expedition to relieve the beleaguered governor of Equatoria, Sudan, Emin Pasha. Pasha’s mixed-race daughter Freida enters the tale and the fictional part of the novel traces her life in Africa and subsequently in Germany during the Nazi era. Freida’s secret is finally discovered by a young America who travels back to conflict ridden Africa to retrieve the treasure.  

I do not have other projects currently in mind, although something may pop up. When and if it does, I am sure it will be Africa related.

How to contact you?

-      I have kept a blog www.rwandakenya.blogspot.com for years, and can be reached via it or at regribbin@aol.com. The blog does not get much traffic, and I have not been motivated to try to generate more.

An Amazing Memoir

 

Married to Amazement – a memoir, by Kathleen Coskran

     This intriguing book is based on a series of vignettes and reflections that provide insight into cross-cultural experiences and family life as well as spiritual meditations on what it all means.  The author remembers her time as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Ethiopia, as a PC staff spouse in Kenya, adopting a child in Columbia, visiting an adopted child’s family in Ethiopia, teaching in China, hanging out with beach boys in Kenya and more.  Throughout these encounters, Kathleen relates that tolerance, acceptance of differences and respect triumph over diverging values and misunderstandings. She writes candidly about family, especially elderly parents, noting that we take our parents for granted and don’t really know them well, until perhaps – and hopefully – at the end. Throughout Kathleens’s amazement and love for the world and those in it comes through loud and clear.

     Disclaimer.  I liked the book in part because I know Kathy and have appreciated her writing over the years. Additionally, I am mentioned – very briefly – in a Kenyan section as one of the sugar shack guys. Sugar shack because we three PCVs worked on projects in the sugar cane plantations.  Kathy has a keen eye for cross cultural issues and she bravely got herself entangled in some, i.e. the beach boys, Ahmed’s family, the Nepali orphanage, in order to gain understanding of the human condition. That she did, which this memoir ably demonstrates. It is a good read.  

Read This Book!

 

My African Anthology (available on Amazon) is a compendium of anecdotes, articles and stories that mirror years of living and working in Africa.  Beginning in the sixties with my first sojourn on the continent, the items both factual and fictional paint a compelling portrait of the Africa I knew.  From the Peace Corps Kenya era are snippets of Luo tribal consternation regarding America’s moon landing, competing in the Safari road rally, trouble with noisy bees, and a shape shifting terror.  From Bokassa’s Central African Republic - stories of a man lost in the forest, the president’s mistress, a search for gold, plus an eye-witness account of the lavish coronation. A later return to that beleaguered nation, recounts ambassadorial maneuvering to foster a fair election.

A travelogue entry traces road trips across Africa – Kenya to England in 1970 via the Congo and the Sahara – mud, broken ferries, pygmies, breakdowns, suspicion of being mercenaries, the desert, Tuaregs, land mines, etc. Then in 1991, Uganda to South Africa with family in tow through a changing political landscape to the new South Africa.

Kenya returns with vignettes from Mombasa – employing a witch doctor to cleanse a septic system, prostitutes protecting their turf, plus a mystery about a missing trove of rubies.   The scene shifts to Uganda in a novella entitled The Shriveled Hands, which is a tale of witchcraft, trafficking in girls, superstition about albinos and the impact of AIDS, plus a dash of terrorism.  Other stories in the collection include Gacaca justice for genocidaires in Rwanda, escaping Ebola in Sierra Leone, trouble in a refugee camp in Chad and a hunt for mythical beasts in the jungles of the Congo.

Serious articles include the gift of a watermelon in Djibouti, an analysis of AFRICOM, the U.S. military command for Africa, its successes and failures, and an update of the situation in Rwanda, twenty-five years after the genocide. 

In sum, this anthology focuses on different facets of life in Africa and pulls together a colorful portrait of a turbulent continent as seen by an astute outside observer.

One reader said, “Now, I understand Africa better.” Another, “I thought the trafficking story was great.” A third, “I’ve recommended Grogan’s Trove to friends.”

Robert Gribbin has lived, worked and traveled in Africa for the last sixty years. He was a Peace Corps Volunteer in Kenya, and later a diplomat rising to be ambassador to the Central African Republic and to Rwanda. Subsequently he served as chargé d’affaires in six more nations. He is the author of a memoir In the Aftermath of Genocide – The U.S. Role in Rwanda and five novels. He reviews books about Africa on his blog www.rwandakenya.blogspot.com.

A British Vet in Africa

 

A review of And Miles to Go Before I Sleep – A British Vet in Africa  by Hugh Cran, Merlin Unwin Books, Ludlow, UK, 2007

This is an intriguing memoir by a British veterinarian who practiced in Kenya in the 60s and 70s. Think -  All Creatures Great and Small set in Africa.  Author Cran moved to Nakuru in central Kenya in 1964 where he was employed as a poorly paid vet in a private practice. After several years he inherited the practice.   He dealt about half and half with big farm animals – cows and horses – and small critters, largely dogs. Most every intervention generated a story – cows had trouble calving, horses were susceptible to tropical aliments, dogs were bitten by snakes and on and on. Cran also treated wild animals from time to time, zebras, antelope and even a couple of lions.  The bulk of the memoir relates the trials and tribulations of such a life in often amusing  - sometimes excruciating  - detail. I learned a lot about cow entrails.

However, the value of the book lies in the authors vivid descriptions of Kenya’s inhabitants - the still ensconced, often quirky, European farmers contrasted with traditional tribal cattlemen, plus the new group of more modern Kenyans who were then taking possession of formerly owned European farms and ranches.  Such new owners included President Jomo Kenyatta. Cran noted the passing of a European way of life as the million-acre settlement scheme and other buyouts occurred. As a veterinarian he was called upon to certify the health of cattle when such buyouts occurred. His reporting of attitudes about land transfers add depth to understanding of what went on.  In addition to frankly depicting his European and African clients, Cran did not hesitate to caricature Asian owners of fierce watchdogs.  Apparently, Cran dealt with no normal people. He did, however, find the eccentricities and personalities of his clients to be either endearing or maddening - and was quick to say so.

Part of each encounter reported in the book involved travel from Nakuru town to outlying farms and ranches, some more than a hundred miles away.  Almost always this entailed driving over terrible roads and tracks that were dusty, rocky, potholed or, during the rainy seasons, seas of mud.  Since I was nearby in rural Kenya during part of Cran’s tenure, I sympathize with the frustrations and the breakdowns that such driving created.  But I also enjoyed Cran’s sense of adventure in his travels and his appreciation of the spectacular scenery and vistas that the Great Rift Valley displays.

Finally, in a digression about mountain climbing, Cran recounted his assent of Mt. Kilimanjaro in 1967. He and cronies went up the Marangu route from Tanzania. That is the exact same route I used in climbing Killy two years later. Cran’s description of the climb was perfect.  Sometime later Cran joined an expedition into the Ruwenzori mountains in Uganda.  His team made it into the central peaks and climbed several of them, including Mt Stanley, the highest.  I too once participated in a Ruwenzori expedition to climb Mt. Stanley.  Our routes were the same and the huts and features and fauna Cran described from his sojourn were exactly those I found in 1990. 

This book is a bit heavy on veterinary matters, but it was written by a vet. The Kenya setting is what makes it shine. Folks who know Kenya, especially during the time covered will find this interesting.