Armed with camera in hand, shooting from the hip and capturing what I see have led to an unconditional vote in favour of a visual poetry revolution.

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Since the age of nine photography has forever been my currency, with an inclination towards self-expression through the art form simply intensifying over time. By engaging in extremes, varying from hard news to visual poetry throughout a career in journalism, the diverse medium has created opportunities for self-publishing of two books, Red Hot Limpopo and Red Hot Homebrew.

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Whether having photographed in a soukh in Africa, a market in Europe, a desolate desert scape in the Sahara, Namib or Kalahari, on a beach in the Mediterranean, at the closing ceremony of an initiation school in a dusty village, in the splendid interiors of a sleek urban space with a star-studded line-up, during a late-night car chase after a gun-wielding thug, facing a threatening crowd, on bloody crime scenes, among playful lions in nature or being charged by an irate elephant, the most compelling images etched in the memory remain the odd ones that got away.