It's been quite a journey. One I never predicted making really. 11 years so far; more than 20 separate trips to Africa, carrying recording equipment, keyboards; often far too much stuff really. The airlines have made a fortune out of me in excess baggage payments! Like many, I've had my share of waiting around in airports, hassle at various immigration points, plus a fair few bits and pieces pilfered from my luggage at odd times while it's been airside, and on other occasions too. You have to laugh really! But it's been worth it, times a thousand. So many powerful moments, so many humbling personal encounters, so much I've learned along the way. Here's some snapshots in time. For me, the realisation began to dawn in Belfast all those years ago. On tour with a worship band in Northern Ireland, standing in a hall in West Belfast, holding a red flag to represent the blood of Jesus in front of an unsympathetic crowd. Asking forgiveness and 'standing in the gap' as an englishman for all the wretched anglo-iris