By Gord Breedyk, Wayne Tebb, Werner Voight, Werner Voigt
The outstanding tale of a guy who was once born in Germany and determined, as a tender guy, to to migrate to Africa. His publication describes sixty years stories as a settler, durning which he built plantations for his staff and eventually for himself. He and his relatives skilled many hardships, disappointments and rewards whereas dwelling in East Africa from 1926 to 1986.
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To make the copra, one gang of labourers peeled off the fibrous husk with a kind of crowbar sharpened to a point and rammed into the ground. A second gang, using curved knives, broke the hard shell and took out the meat. This was spread on iron gratings on small trolleys. The dryer itself was a big corrugated iron shed with rails and heating pipes underneath. The loaded trolleys were pushed into the shed, and stayed there overnight; the next morning, the copra was removed and bagged, ready for shipment.
At the school and throughout the town were all the marks of the occasion. There were flags, parades, military music bands, and soldiers, all in their best uniforms. As a young boy any school holiday was a grand occasion; all the pageantry made the day even more grand. By the next year, war has broken out. Everybody must fight for the Fatherland. At school we sing: Siegreich wolln wir Frankreich schlagen. ) Our teacher, her eyes shining, proudly shows us a photograph of her husband, an officer in a smart uniform.
I was introduced to some other German guests who had been in East Africa before the war and who had recently returned. There was old Becker, a harness maker, who in the German times had outfitted the compartments of the railway cars on the line running from Dar es Salaam to Kigoma on Lake Tanganyika. He had recently returned to open his business again. Another was a Mr. Schlickeisen. ” He always looked very business-like, sporting a big briefcase under his arm. He told everybody that actually he did not need to work any more, but in order to have something to do he intended to start a salt evaporation plant near Sadani, halfway between Bagamoyo and Tanga.