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Train driving is nothing like driving a car. It is completely different; there are no pedals or steering
wheel on a train as you have in cars. Before you actually take charge, you receive 6 months
intensive training as there are lots of procedures to remember
Conversations with Anne Mordi
A Driver in the Dark Tunnels of the London Underground
By Uche Nworah
Anne Mordi is not your typical interview subject, and so is her day job. She lives her life on the fast lane, a different type though. This beautiful entrepreneur holds down a day job navigating the dark tunnels of the London Underground as a driver on the Central Line. In this conversation with Uche Nworah, she talks about what it is like to be a female train driver and her plans for the future.
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Family and Education
My dad is from Issele-Ukwu in Delta state Nigeria while my mum is from Cross River state. I was born in Dulwich, South London, the second of 4 kids.
I attended Lambeth College, West Norwood and London Guildhall University (now London Metropolitan University) where I studied International Relations and Languages. My passion however remains in interior and fashion design.
As a teenager I worked in Macdonalds like most youngsters did to make some pocket money. I then moved on and worked in Debenhams as a food service adviser, this was while I was already at college. I started working for the London Underground at19, but in between Ive also done some voluntary work for the Down Syndrome Association, FCO etc. I have also served as a local community representative.
What a beautiful woman like her is doing in a mans job
Im a bit of a tomboy and have always been drawn to male dominated roles. It was either driving trains or driving buses. Since I could already drive a car, I didnt think bus driving was challenging enough for me hence my decision to go for trains. I laugh at people who tell me that Im doing a mans job. I usually reply that it is one up for the ladies, if the men want to get even then they should try their hands at having babies (laughs).
Her familys reaction on hearing of her plans to become a tube driver
My dad and siblings were actually impressed; my mum wasnt crazy about the idea though. She kept highlighting the dangers of the job (dont we just love our mothers?). I quite understand her worries especially under the circumstances we live in today, especially after the London bombings of July 7th 2005, but hey, its just a job and somebody has got to do it.
The lure of the salary
Train drivers are well paid, and thats because of the role we play and all the critical safety things we have to remember. There is really no margin of error in my job. Im not going to pretend that money didnt play a role in choosing my career path; but it wasnt the prevailing factor for me. I was actually fascinated by the mechanics of how trains work and my mum who is a mechanical engineer has always wanted one of us to follow in her footsteps. Though its not exactly the same but you could see her imprints in my choice.
A day in the life of a London tube driver
I currently work on the Central line service. No two days are exactly the same. We do extreme shifts, this week you may start work at 4.15am and the next week youre booking on at 5pm to finish at 1am. You can go months and not see some of your colleagues because of the extreme shifts.
A typical day would involve booking on for work, reading the notice board to check if there have been any disruptions on the line, and then picking up your train either from the platform or the depot (where trains are kept when theyre not in service). We have duty books which already tell you where youre taking the train to.
The feelings of speeding down the dark tunnels all by herself in the controls
At first it was scary especially because I have some phobia about darkness but after a while you get used to it After a few years driving through the dark tunnels as you described it, the thrill is still there, it hasnt worn out yet but it is not to be confused for a joy ride or ride in a theme park.
Between driving trains and cars
Train driving is nothing like driving a car. It is completely different; there are no pedals or steering wheel on a train as you have in cars. Before you actually take charge, you receive 6 months intensive training as there are lots of procedures to remember for example, what to do if your train breaks down and how to repair it, enough to move it to the nearest depot. London Underground takes staff training and passenger safety seriously.
On the trains, we have what is called a Traction Brake Control (TBC) which is used to control the speed of the train. The handle is pushed forward to move the train to whatever speed you want and pulled back to slow it down or stop the train.
How one can become a train driver
Unfortunately the Underground doesnt do direct recruitment anymore (where they advertise to the public) so you have to be working for LUL (London Underground Ltd) or TFL (Transport for London) already before you can apply to become a train driver. When a vacancy comes up, you request an application pack, fill it out and depending on the strengths of your application, youre called in for an assessment. The assessment has 4 stages and youre expected to achieve a minimum of 80% at each stage.
When that has been achieved, youre then invited for an interview where your competency amongst other things is assessed. After that, you are sent to the training school at the training centre of the Line youve chosen (e.g Victoria Line, District Line, Central Line etc)
Rookie on the job
My first day was actually scary. Unfortunately for me I was thrown into the deep end on my first day as there was an incident on my train that morning and I had to de-train passengers from the tunnel to the station platform. At that time, my nerves were already on end.
Unlike what people say that women are bad car drivers, actually its the complete opposite here. We (women) are said to be very cautious train drivers more than the men. (Dont know if thats a good or bad thing). The men do tease us and say that we drive the trains too slowly.
Near misses and close calls
I have had a near miss before. Once there was a lady on the track, I thought it could be a staff member working on the tracks ahead but then I realised it wasnt when I saw she was naked. In terms of getting lost, its impossible to get lost navigating on the underground, our board equipments are there to ensure that that doesnt happen.
On the day of the London bombings (July 7th 2005)
On that particular day, I was a driver on the Jubilee line and was at Wembley Park bound for Stratford when I got a call telling me that a bomb had just gone off on the underground. I thought it was some kind of post April fools joke or that they had got it wrong and still set off on my journey. At that point the only information we got was that there had been a power surge on the Underground system. A few minutes later, I got a call from my mum in Nigeria who had heard the news and was extremely worried; then the calls kept flooding in, first it was my sister, who also works for London Underground asking where I was and telling me a bomb had just gone off near her station. This is when I knew that the London Transport system was under attack. Passengers were then informed of what was going on and advised to use alternative routes.
Life after train driving
On the side I also run my own fashion business; www.jewellerybyanne.com where I make bespoke accessories. Im also actively involved in creating awareness in Nigeria for children with Down syndrome www.dsa-nigeria.org . This is an issue close to my heart as my little sister has Downs. Unfortunately there is still a stigma attached to it and other forms of disability in Nigeria. There needs to be more awareness not just in Nigeria but Africa as a whole. At the moment we (DSA) are running a resource centre in Nigeria for kids with disabilities.
I love to travel. I dont even want to think of what my carbon footprints would be like if ever I decide to be conscious about stuffs like that. I love to explore the world and have been to Tunisia, Ghana, Dubai, Cyprus, and Pakistan (just to name a few). I also volunteer my time for good causes. I also enjoy educating my mind; I read a lot because it relaxes me.
On flying an airplane
Thats definitely the next challenge for me. Even if its not as a profession, Ill just love to be able to fly a plane.
If she is not driving trains
I would probably be a diplomat, an ambassador or an activist of some sort.
Uche Nworah is freelance writer, lecturer and brand strategist. He studied communications arts at the University of Uyo, Nigeria and graduated with a second class honours degree (upper division). He also holds an M.Sc degree in marketing from the University of Nigeria, Enugu campus and obtained his PGCE (post-graduate certificate in education) from the University of Greenwich where he is currently enrolled as a doctoral candidate. His articles have been published by several websites and leading Nigerian newspapers. He received the ChickenBones Journalist of the Year award in 2006.
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Not Gone With the Wind Voices of SlaveryHenry Louis Gates, Jr.9 February 2003Unchained Memories, an HBO documentary that makes its debut tomorrow night, provides a powerful answer to that question. It gives us, through the faces and voices of African-American actors, an introduction to a vast undertaking that took place in the 1930’s: the collection and preservation of the testimonies of thousands of aged former slaves in an archive known as the Slave Narrative Collection of the Federal Writers’ Project. This archive unlocked the brutal secrets of slavery by using the voices of average slaves as the key, exposing the everyday life of the slave community. Rosa Starke, a slave from South Carolina, for example, told of how class divisions among the slaves were quite pronounced:
”Dere was just two classes to de white folks, buckra slave owners and poor white folks dat didn’t own no slaves. Dere was more classes ‘mongst de slaves. De fust class was de house servants. Dese was de butler, de maids, de nurses, chambermaids, and de cooks. De nex’ class was de carriage drivers and de gardeners, de carpenters, de barber and de stable men. Then come de nex’ class, de wheelwright, wagoners, blacksmiths and slave foremen. De nex’ class I members was de cow men and de niggers dat have care of de dogs. All dese have good houses and never have to work hard or git a beatin’. Then come de cradlers of de wheat, de threshers and de millers of de corn and de wheat, and de feeders of de cotton gin. De lowest class was de common field niggers.”
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Edited by Miriam DeCosta-Willis
Blacks in Hispanic Literature is a collection of fourteen essays by scholars and creative writers from Africa and the Americas. Called one of two significant critical works on Afro-Hispanic literature to appear in the late 1970s, it includes the pioneering studies of Carter G. Woodson and Valaurez B. Spratlin, published in the 1930s, as well as the essays of scholars whose interpretations were shaped by the Black aesthetic. The early essays, primarily of the Black-as-subject in Spanish medieval and Golden Age literature, provide an historical context for understanding 20th-century creative works by African-descended, Hispanophone writers, such as Cuban Nicolás Guillén and Ecuadorean poet, novelist, and scholar Adalberto Ortiz, whose essay analyzes the significance of Negritude in Latin America. This collaborative text set the tone for later conferences in which writers and scholars worked together to promote, disseminate, and critique the literature of Spanish-speaking people of African descent. . . . Cited by a literary critic in 2004 as “the seminal study in the field of Afro-Hispanic Literature . . . on which most scholars in the field ‘cut their teeth’.”
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On one level, Salvage the Bones is a simple story about a poor black family thats about to be trashed by one of the most deadly hurricanes in U.S. history. What makes the novel so powerful, though, is the way Ward winds private passions with that menace gathering force out in the Gulf of Mexico. Without a hint of pretension, in the simple lives of these poor people living among chickens and abandoned cars, she evokes the tenacious love and desperation of classical tragedy. The force that pushes back against Katrinas inexorable winds is the voice of Wards narrator, a 14-year-old girl named Esch, the only daughter among four siblings. Precocious, passionate and sensitive, she speaks almost entirely in phrases soaked in her familys raw land. Everything here is gritty, loamy and alive, as though the very soil were animated. Her brothers blood smells like wet hot earth after summer rain. . . . His scalp looks like fresh turned dirt. Her fathers hands are like gravel, while her own hand slides through his grip like a wet fish, and a handsome boys muscles jabbered like chickens. Admittedly, Ward can push so hard on this simile-obsessed style that her paragraphs risk sounding like a compost heap, but this isnt usually just metaphor for metaphors sake. She conveys something fundamental about Eschs fluid state of mind: her figurative sense of the world in which all things correspond and connect. She and her brothers live in a ramshackle house steeped in grief since their mother died giving birth to her last child. . . . What remains, whats salvaged, is something indomitable in these tough siblings, the strength of their love, the permanence of their devotion.WashingtonPost
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Wilderson, a professor, writer and filmmaker from the Midwest, presents a gripping account of his role in the downfall of South African apartheid as one of only two black Americans in the African National Congress (ANC). After marrying a South African law student, Wilderson reluctantly returns with her to South Africa in the early 1990s, where he teaches Johannesburg and Soweto students, and soon joins the military wing of the ANC. Wilderson’s stinging portrait of Nelson Mandela as a petulant elder eager to accommodate his white countrymen will jolt readers who’ve accepted the reverential treatment usually accorded him. After the assassination of Mandela’s rival, South African Communist Party leader Chris Hani, Mandela’s regime deems Wilderson’s public questions a threat to national security; soon, having lost his stomach for the cause, he returns to America. Wilderson has a distinct, powerful voice and a strong story that shuffles between the indignities of Johannesburg life and his early years in Minneapolis, the precocious child of academics who barely tolerate his emerging political consciousness. Wilderson’s observations about love within and across the color line and cultural divides are as provocative as his politics; despite some distracting digressions, this is a riveting memoir of apartheid’s last days.Publishers Weekly
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posted 7 July 2007