Why? Durban certainly isn’t the prettiest town in the world, but my trip there in September 1994 was the first time I’d been to Africa. My background’s Nigerian, but I was bred over here, so the whole thing was quite emotional for me. South Africa itself is a very peculiar country. The big towns seem so first world that I didn’t feel like I was in Africa at all.Then you notice the light, so strong and bright that it seems like you’ve never seen a proper day before.
What’s the best thing? There’s a bar there called Jam & Co where I met someone who really made Durban a special place. It’s a big Zulu hangout, full of the most amazing characters. I was drinking the local brew, milk stout, and I looked over to the pool table and saw a woman in a long trenchcoat and a big soft leather hat. She was shooting pool fiercely, taking on all the men and beating them. Her name was Bushy, which means blessed monkey. She was half-Sotho, half-Swazi. I hooked up with her and she came to be a great friend….