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  1. europesays.com/africa/413921/ Federal Judge Blocks ICE from Moving Angolan Asylum Seeker Arrested in Lewiston #angola

  2. europesays.com/afrique/202138/ Tshisekedi s’intéresse au modèle angolais sur la gestion de l’eau #Angola

  3. europesays.com/africa/413027/ Oddsgate Integrates KwanzaBet to Extend Reach in Angola’s Regulated Gaming Sector #angola

  4. europesays.com/africa/413004/ Angolan conglomerate buys one-third of country’s second-largest bank for at least $452 million #angola

  5. europesays.com/afrique/201643/ Spectacle Cours de Capoeira Angola traditionnelle avec Mestre Faísca à Paris, Centre Sportif Marie-Paradis : billets, réservations, dates #Angola

  6. The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

    We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

    Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

    Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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  7. The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

    We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

    Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

    Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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  8. The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

    We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

    Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

    Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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  9. The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

    We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

    Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

    Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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  10. The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

    We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

    Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

    Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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  11. europesays.com/africa/412600/ Angola puts up to over $260 million in Standard Bank shares seized from former insurance tycoon #angola

  12. europesays.com/africa/411896/ Etu Energias to acquire Chevron stakes in Blocks 14 and 14K Offshore Angola #angola #EtuEnergias

  13. europesays.com/afrique/201054/ Angola : le pèlerinage à Notre-Dame de Muxima s’ouvre sur un appel à soutenir les plus démunis #Afrique #Angola

  14. europesays.com/africa/411744/ Caixabank’s BPI leaves Angola market with BFA stake sale for EUR388.5 million #angola #Markets

  15. The Mexican Chronicles – Seven

    Then we went through the normal – for some people – shit, with the store-men, to get our kit. Don’t really like rear echelon soldiers, and with good reason. In the SADF we called them jam-stealers; this lot proved no different. What was really surprising was the lack of kit issued. We got: boots: 1 pair, shirts: 2, trousers: 2 pairs, sheets: 1 pair, blanket: 1, mossie net: 1, underpants: 3 pairs, socks: 2 pairs.

    That’s not the bad part. What was worrying, was what we didn’t get: mess equipment, water bottle, webbing, groundsheet, spade. Even worse – no assault rifle!

    A white boy in an African country at war, in a soldier’s uniform with no weapon? Not good at all, safe camp or not. We spent most of the first day packing kasse (Army steel cupboards) and tents onto vehicles. It was a strange feeling, wearing commie cammos in a strange land with a bunch of generally unfriendly guys. I learned later these ou-manne had only been there a week or two longer than us. Assholes! My pay number was 158 and a few on the payroll were still in Pretoria; this was early days for Executive Outcomes.

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  16. The Mexican Chronicles – Seven

    Then we went through the normal – for some people – shit, with the store-men, to get our kit. Don’t really like rear echelon soldiers, and with good reason. In the SADF we called them jam-stealers; this lot proved no different. What was really surprising was the lack of kit issued. We got: boots: 1 pair, shirts: 2, trousers: 2 pairs, sheets: 1 pair, blanket: 1, mossie net: 1, underpants: 3 pairs, socks: 2 pairs.

    That’s not the bad part. What was worrying, was what we didn’t get: mess equipment, water bottle, webbing, groundsheet, spade. Even worse – no assault rifle!

    A white boy in an African country at war, in a soldier’s uniform with no weapon? Not good at all, safe camp or not. We spent most of the first day packing kasse (Army steel cupboards) and tents onto vehicles. It was a strange feeling, wearing commie cammos in a strange land with a bunch of generally unfriendly guys. I learned later these ou-manne had only been there a week or two longer than us. Assholes! My pay number was 158 and a few on the payroll were still in Pretoria; this was early days for Executive Outcomes.

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  17. The Mexican Chronicles – Seven

    Then we went through the normal – for some people – shit, with the store-men, to get our kit. Don’t really like rear echelon soldiers, and with good reason. In the SADF we called them jam-stealers; this lot proved no different. What was really surprising was the lack of kit issued. We got: boots: 1 pair, shirts: 2, trousers: 2 pairs, sheets: 1 pair, blanket: 1, mossie net: 1, underpants: 3 pairs, socks: 2 pairs.

    That’s not the bad part. What was worrying, was what we didn’t get: mess equipment, water bottle, webbing, groundsheet, spade. Even worse – no assault rifle!

    A white boy in an African country at war, in a soldier’s uniform with no weapon? Not good at all, safe camp or not. We spent most of the first day packing kasse (Army steel cupboards) and tents onto vehicles. It was a strange feeling, wearing commie cammos in a strange land with a bunch of generally unfriendly guys. I learned later these ou-manne had only been there a week or two longer than us. Assholes! My pay number was 158 and a few on the payroll were still in Pretoria; this was early days for Executive Outcomes.

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  18. The Mexican Chronicles – Seven

    Then we went through the normal – for some people – shit, with the store-men, to get our kit. Don’t really like rear echelon soldiers, and with good reason. In the SADF we called them jam-stealers; this lot proved no different. What was really surprising was the lack of kit issued. We got: boots: 1 pair, shirts: 2, trousers: 2 pairs, sheets: 1 pair, blanket: 1, mossie net: 1, underpants: 3 pairs, socks: 2 pairs.

    That’s not the bad part. What was worrying, was what we didn’t get: mess equipment, water bottle, webbing, groundsheet, spade. Even worse – no assault rifle!

    A white boy in an African country at war, in a soldier’s uniform with no weapon? Not good at all, safe camp or not. We spent most of the first day packing kasse (Army steel cupboards) and tents onto vehicles. It was a strange feeling, wearing commie cammos in a strange land with a bunch of generally unfriendly guys. I learned later these ou-manne had only been there a week or two longer than us. Assholes! My pay number was 158 and a few on the payroll were still in Pretoria; this was early days for Executive Outcomes.

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  19. The Mexican Chronicles – Seven

    Then we went through the normal – for some people – shit, with the store-men, to get our kit. Don’t really like rear echelon soldiers, and with good reason. In the SADF we called them jam-stealers; this lot proved no different. What was really surprising was the lack of kit issued. We got: boots: 1 pair, shirts: 2, trousers: 2 pairs, sheets: 1 pair, blanket: 1, mossie net: 1, underpants: 3 pairs, socks: 2 pairs.

    That’s not the bad part. What was worrying, was what we didn’t get: mess equipment, water bottle, webbing, groundsheet, spade. Even worse – no assault rifle!

    A white boy in an African country at war, in a soldier’s uniform with no weapon? Not good at all, safe camp or not. We spent most of the first day packing kasse (Army steel cupboards) and tents onto vehicles. It was a strange feeling, wearing commie cammos in a strange land with a bunch of generally unfriendly guys. I learned later these ou-manne had only been there a week or two longer than us. Assholes! My pay number was 158 and a few on the payroll were still in Pretoria; this was early days for Executive Outcomes.

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  20. Bimbi’s Letters

    BIMBI’S LETTERS

    In any military situation the Brass knows that letters from home are important for morale, so Executive Outcomes set up a similar system to what most of us had known in the SADF. Obviously without all the bullshit, like having to do push-ups if your letter smelt of perfume. Every plane that came in had some mail for us. We could get stamps at the canteen and our letters would be posted from “The House” in Pretoria. My mail was mainly from Charmaine; she even sent some drawings based on what I wrote about camp life.

    We had been in Angola for a few months when I noticed that Bimbi never received any mail. So I watched to see if he ever sent any out; he did not. I knew he had a wife and kids living in Phalaborwa, although he was Congolese. At this stage the South African news was full of stories, some actually true, of a bunch of South African mercenaries in Angola. A few guys had been killed already and the newspapers were having a field day. Charmaine kept a photo of three bodies; dead and half-naked, that Savimbi had sent to the South African news services as a warning to keep South African soldiers out of his country. I’m sure all the wives and girlfriends were eagerly waiting for mail.

    One day I asked Bimbi why he did not write, would his wife not be worrying about him? Now, Bimbi was a really black man, not some shade of brown. If he could have, he would have blushed. The story was, he and his wife had no common written language. Although he could speak five or six languages, he could only write in French. His wife, being from Venda, probably had never even heard French before she met Bimbi.

    I offered to write on his behalf, and, after much cajoling, Bimbi arrived in my tent late one night. It was touching to see how embarrassed this hard-assed ex-5 Recce soldier was; so shy about his personal life. He told me to write that he was well and to ask how are the kids. That was it! When I asked if I should write that he missed his wife, he nearly crawled under the bed. I then teased him further. I asked if I should tell her how much he loved her, too. We eventually sent a letter off. His next embarrassment came when Goodness, his wife, replied. The poor bugger couldn’t read English either. So he snuck into my tent late one night again and very shamefacedly asked me if I would mind reading his letter. The cost to him must have been enormous. He was pleased that his family were all well. Bimbi was a truly brave man, in every respect, and I liked him all the more for it.

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  21. Bimbi’s Letters

    BIMBI’S LETTERS

    In any military situation the Brass knows that letters from home are important for morale, so Executive Outcomes set up a similar system to what most of us had known in the SADF. Obviously without all the bullshit, like having to do push-ups if your letter smelt of perfume. Every plane that came in had some mail for us. We could get stamps at the canteen and our letters would be posted from “The House” in Pretoria. My mail was mainly from Charmaine; she even sent some drawings based on what I wrote about camp life.

    We had been in Angola for a few months when I noticed that Bimbi never received any mail. So I watched to see if he ever sent any out; he did not. I knew he had a wife and kids living in Phalaborwa, although he was Congolese. At this stage the South African news was full of stories, some actually true, of a bunch of South African mercenaries in Angola. A few guys had been killed already and the newspapers were having a field day. Charmaine kept a photo of three bodies; dead and half-naked, that Savimbi had sent to the South African news services as a warning to keep South African soldiers out of his country. I’m sure all the wives and girlfriends were eagerly waiting for mail.

    One day I asked Bimbi why he did not write, would his wife not be worrying about him? Now, Bimbi was a really black man, not some shade of brown. If he could have, he would have blushed. The story was, he and his wife had no common written language. Although he could speak five or six languages, he could only write in French. His wife, being from Venda, probably had never even heard French before she met Bimbi.

    I offered to write on his behalf, and, after much cajoling, Bimbi arrived in my tent late one night. It was touching to see how embarrassed this hard-assed ex-5 Recce soldier was; so shy about his personal life. He told me to write that he was well and to ask how are the kids. That was it! When I asked if I should write that he missed his wife, he nearly crawled under the bed. I then teased him further. I asked if I should tell her how much he loved her, too. We eventually sent a letter off. His next embarrassment came when Goodness, his wife, replied. The poor bugger couldn’t read English either. So he snuck into my tent late one night again and very shamefacedly asked me if I would mind reading his letter. The cost to him must have been enormous. He was pleased that his family were all well. Bimbi was a truly brave man, in every respect, and I liked him all the more for it.

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