Sweetheart of Sig Mc Kee 055

This is John Steele, reporting on adventure. Zanzibar is a small island 25 miles off the east coast of Africa. Gin is still something you can drink there, but spell the other way. Gin means demon.

But the demon I ran into there was a dame. I call this transcribed yarn, the sweetheart of Sigmiki. You can divide Zanzibar into three sections. Stone town, the Victoria Gardens, and the British residency occupy the nice section.

Then you walk across a bridge that spans what remains of an old creek, and you get to the other side. That's the common name for Nagombo. Nagombo might be called the Cosbav Zanzibar, a confusion of twisting alleyways, small shops, mud houses, and a wide assortment of dyes.

It's not as bad as it used to be. There's a place there they call Raha Leo, a sort of civic center. They even have a movie house there in a radio studio. One of these days the Cosbabnogamba will have vanished.

But as of today for the most part it's still there. Oh, I forgot to mention the third area. That's the jungle. A great place for wild pigs and leopards. May I landed in Zanzibar in the late monsoon season.

February. On my first night there, I walked across the bridge into Nogambo. The only American I ran into was a guy named Mickey. His first name was Sigman. He was in the Spice Import's business.

John Steel, how are you, boy? Hey, you're a long way from home. Well, I saw my dad the idea of sending me here this time. Buying up spices? Yeah. Not in this neighborhood. Oh, this is strictly fun.