Monkey with AK47 Unleashes Terror

Laugh my head off!!!!

A Week in the Life of A Nigerian Gold Hunter

It was still dawn when I set out.  The ravaging sunshine that often afflicted those of us living on the cusp of the Sahara had not thrust its way through the clouds when I met up with an old friend and also my middle man. He was called Target.

Target had an inside knowledge of Zamfara state, where we were going to hunt for gold. His father  - a prominent chief - knew a reliable gold dealer in the region, so he was taking me there.

The 'Worst' Airline on the Planet

As I watch sheets of snow blanket the road, rooftops and trees, I can’t help but spare a thought for the unfortunate travellers ground at Heathrow airport following the cancellation of 200 flights due to icy conditions.

It’s not hard to empathise with them when I recount my experience two weeks ago at Ataturk Airport, in Istanbul ,Turkey. There was snow, there was delay and there were amazingly rude staff.

Season's Greetings

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you have a lovely time with family & friends, and also remember the reason for the season.

Thanks for sticking with Fresh Angle & for your invaluable comments and support. I hope to find more time in the coming year to make your visits to Fresh Angle much more rewarding.

Much blessings.

Caught on Camera

That's the Spirit! Brave antelope tries to kick off hungry young lioness that's bent on making a meal out of him...sadly, he's still converted to packed lunch.

Forget fighter jets & attack helicopters. Iraqi, Hatim Salman, is building his own helicopter which he has called 'Diyala 1'

Heaven at last! African migrants are spotted & picked up by coast guards off the Spanish coast of Gibraltar

Female bishops? Ha! Dream on!

Hmm, isn't is strange? For twenty odd years the church of England has ordained women as priests. They've considered them worthy enough to wear a cassock, conduct the liturgy and carry out other prescribed ecclesiastical duties. But today the synod denied them the right to promotion.

One World, Different Realities

Her liver-spotted hands clinched the burgundy passport as she walked down the aisle, looking for her seat. Her attachment to the booklet issued by her ‘Britannic Majesty’ said a lot about her identity.

She had flamed-coloured hair and an oblong face, and wore a jet-black coat that nearly swept the floor.