It’s been a long day of feasting and drinking and dancing. The sun is setting on the first day of a wedding feast in a large nomadic camp of shepherds. This wedding will last a full week: I’ve no idea how many people are present, shouting, singing, kicking up dust and telling riddles.
I’ve been waiting my turn to speak; the sun is setting at the edge of the wasteland here in remote Uz and the conversation is drying up. A group of friends sit around a glowing fire, each gazing in different directions. I’m here to interview Job about a series of events which have rec
I’m in Susa today to interview a beauty queen. The fragrance is exquisite. Somewhere nearby a banquet is in full swing. The beautiful courtyard where I sit reminds me of a spa, but this place is more of a harem in reality. While I wait among bushes of pink flowering myrtle and bubbly
They’re queueing all around the side of The Palace to get auditions today, so I’m also keen to meet the talent spotters. Instead of lining up and singing however, I’ve brought my notepad and pen. I pass through the crowded lobby and listen. A handsome teenager is crooning off-key and
He’s certainly one who likes to buck the trend and create a bit of a buzz. I’ve been given special permission to interview strongman and local leader Samson. Outside a crowd of angry young men are drinking but inside it is surprisingly sober. Samson is at girlfriend Delilah’s home. We
It isn’t hard to find Sarah’s tent: there are small muddy hand prints all over the door and a line of wet nappies is strung outside. Inside the place is untidy and there are several half-grapes scattered about on the floor. ‘Sorry about the mess!’ she calls, stumbling over a toy camel
It’s eviction night at The Garden and here on the outside I’ve been waiting for a glimpse of our first celebrity couple. I’ve been told that the wardrobe department have been holding things up. Meanwhile the tension has been mounting. Finally, two animals emerge past the flashing beam
Up-and-coming young musician David has just finished a small gig and he’s late. The red-haired teenager grabs a water and sits with me at the back of The Cave, a studio where anything could – and probably does – happen. He’s hard to catch; fresh off a tour with his group Fighting Men,