Kill Daddy is the storyof
one man’s desperate attempt to move on from a traumatic
The past has
haunted him his whole life and he realizes that he
cannot even begin to live until he has left the memories
behind and can focus on the present and the future,
takes him to remote villages in Kenya and Uganda, where
he spends 2 years living with the local people. Will the
journey help him to find inner peace, or will his
abusers win in the end?
I have been living and working in Portugal for 20 years.
I am married and
we have 2 dogs (at the moment). I express myself through
sculpture and through my writing.
I began writing
articles a few years ago, but have since focused on full
length novels. I enjoy writing about life and the
experiences and interesting characters we meet along the
“What is it?” There was definitely something amiss. They
both looked at each other not knowing who was to start,
Kib took the initiative.
“Chantal, is not happy.”
“Are you crazy, she was fine when I left and we had a
great time. What on earth could be wrong?”
“She’s not happy with you, mate.” Ote felt obliged to
say something in confirmation of his friend’s
allegations. I was speechless, but then suspicious.
“Come on then, tell me what I’m supposed to have done.”
I was on the defence now, just waiting for the bullshit
to come flowing out.
“You just left this morning, Free-man, just like that,”
“But that was fine, we kissed, I said see you later and
that was that.” I was telling the truth and I still
“Did you have breakfast with her?” Ote asked me.
I told him that I hadn’t, in fact it was very seldom
that I even took breakfast myself.
“That is the problem you see Freeman, you needed to buy
her breakfast, she doesn’t have any money and she is
“I had no idea. What are you saying? That she slept with
me for a cup of tea?” I was angry now, but only because
I had been so naïve.
When I first agreed to review this
book, I was a little taken aback by the title.
What manner of book was this going to be? Was it
going to be something I didn't want to read? And
the first chapter or two didn't reassure me, though it
wasn't what I had expected. The workings of
despair and mental dis-ease are not pretty, or logical
or even particularly good story lines. But when we
stepped off the plane into Africa (and yes I mean "we"
because I was with the author from the beginning,
despite his illogical, despairing life, or perhaps
because I recognised it) the whole course of the book
changed and I lost the doubts entirely.
Gerry is a consummate story teller.
Like many good stories, this one rises and falls like
a roller coaster. He is so good at building
tension, and creating release; juxtaposing stress and
danger and fear against love and peace and security.
Not only did I love the story, I
learned so much from it. I've learned about the
dreadlock holiday culture, I've learned about
Africa and its people and culture. I've learned
about the relationship between rich and poor and I've
been given much to ponder about mental recovery.
I thought that this was probably not an
autobiography, but maybe a memoir, and on
researching I find that it is certainly based on
experience. It is certainly incredibly authentic.
I am left with thoughts about the
value of unconditional love and acceptance in mental
health, about the challenges we face and their ability
to give us mental strength, about cultures that value "hacuna
matata", but most of all I am left with memories that
are stuck in my head ... just of the story - the people,
the events, the emotions. And *that* is the mark
of a great read.