Time for another wee story I think, this time about entertainment or the lack of it at the job in Mali.
There was nothing to do after hours on that job except watch videos and drink in the bar, all drink free so that was a bonus, there were also about 20 Philippinos on the job and they used to organise Cock Fighting every Friday night but it wasn’t my cup of tea.
We were stuck in the middle of the bush with the nearest village about five miles away and that only had a bar and a lot of willing ladies if you were that way inclined.
And anyway working seven days a week and between 100 and 120 hours every week it didn’t leave much time to socialise.
But never fear when there is a product and a lot of potential customers that can’t get together someone will find a way to make some money, so the local Madam hired a truck and brought her ladies to the camp.
The first I knew if it was about 10 that night after finishing my shift and coming back to camp was to see all these woman wandering around with the men and disappearing behind doors.
This was not a problem to me but for some of the South Africans who belonged to a right wing group called the AWB it was.
This group had vowed to fight to the last bullet to keep SA white and they were not happy about what was going on.
They were even more unhappy when they spotted one of their own chatting up one of the woman and disappearing in the direction of his room.
A lot of the men stayed in a large temporary wooden structure that was covered in tent canvas, when you walked in the front door there was a long passage up the center and on either side was air-conditioned rooms that could sleep two people, this renegade right winger’s room was up at the top on the right hand side.
His mates? decided the best thing to do was to get proof that he was sleeping with a black woman and coming from a small town they knew he would be ostracised when he went back to SA, so what they did was stand at the door listening for signs of activity and then burst in taking as many photos as they could. The intention was to show the photos to his wife and everybody in the organisation when they went home.
Luckily for him my boss hearing this asked to see the photos and when he had the camera deleted all the evidence.
On the same night there was a Glasgow builder called Jimmy (real name) who had picked up two of the woman and was seen later coming down the passage with his arms around both of them shouting “where’s the camera? somebody take my photo, I want the camera” all three of them were naked.
The same Jimmy had picked up a bonus that was paid to him in cash and when going back to Joburg on leave had taken a taxi to a famous brothel called the ‘Ranch’ walking in he placed his bonus on the receptionists desk with the instruction “throw me out when its finished”
The last I heard Jimmy was working in Mauritius building a new hotel.