Last of the Rhodesians

- chronicles of an African anarchist -

In the dying days of Rhodesia,

only one infamous policeman could save the day

The Gokwe Kid – Dick of the Bushveld
 

                                                ‘Breathtaking…a refreshing wind of change!’

                                                                        Rhodesia Herald

 Karl Greenberg

At the age of 18, in August 1976, I joined the British South Africa Police in the fantasy land of Rhodesia. Officially the place didn’t exist and since its Unilateral Declaration of Independence in 1965, the land was effectively isolated from the rest of the world - locked into a time bubble.

So it is in this surreal phenomenon I naively wander around relating my time with the arrogance of youth’s invincibility; to create what I describe as a fantastical memoir. All the incidents are true and many chapters have contributions from some of the main characters – but importantly, it is pure entertainment, most of it hilarious. The real life adventures of ludicrous proportions - the clueless bumbling of a lunatic - narrated by a madman. Weirdly, I make many references to modern society such as Facebook and EBay, but believe me, it works.

Because I was a liberal without a cause, the story tightropes a middle line, but written deliberately with the anti-political correctness of the time - for why manipulate the truth?

It should be ready soon. I am in the last few chapters of the rewrite. Then off it goes to the editor and that will give me time to redo this website and clean up my bog, er, I mean blog.

You can contact me either via the blog, Last of the Rhodesians, which has some unedited freebie chapters to check over, or Email karl@karlgreenberg

So stay tuned. Oh, I almost forgot, there was a nasty little war going on at the time. This occasionally did cause some inconvenience in my pursuit of the Rhodesian way of life - Booze, Babes, Biltong and lots and lots of sunshine. Unfortunately, this wonderful goal needed to be financed and that was one of my biggest problems…

(Still is, come to think of it. Oh well, time to crack on opening another beer. Cheers!)