The Volksvagen beetle holds a special place in the history of Ethiopia. A beetle was the very car that the former Emperor of Ethiopia, Haile Selassie, was taken away in immediately following his dethronement. He is no more, but the beetle lives on. They are still here, trundling around the city.
It is an exciting time at home in Africa. Life is good, and I am indeed blessed. If you are reading this, and planning to move home to Ghana, may you also be as blessed.
Former security guard, Philip Onyancha, is a serial killer. He has confessed to the murder of 17 people in various parts of Kenya and has taken police to the places where he hid the bodies of his victims, including several prostitutes that he killed after having sex with them.
It is interesting to note that in a country rife with fraud and corruption, America still refuses to face the bull in the china shop. Americans remains the only people not to be outraged enough by the rampant ruling Plutocracy to rise up and voice their discontent against social vampires.
Unless you’ve spent the last few days in a coma; you probably know about the big hullabaloo concerning the Times Square Bomber. If you haven’t heard about it, it is a touching story about how some mickey-mouse incendiary device (that was about as dangerous as your average Redneck’s pick-up truck on the fourth of July) was discovered by some stoic citizens and turned in to the proper authorities. Two and a half days later, we track the guy down, take him into custody, and process him. End movie, roll credits, applause, applause, applause.
South Africa has spent 800 million pounds in preparations for the World Cup in 2010, but most people around the world wonder whether the money would not have been better spent enhancing security in that country given RSA’s increased crime rate. But is it not the way of African culture to host a guest better than ourselves?
That’s how we, Gazans, spend our time in blackout. “Oh, Mum! Where are you? I can see nothing. Mum. I am afraid!” is my little brother’s horrified cry as our enemies announce the launch. Horror—horror—everywhere. My Mum successfully lights a mere candle.
There is a square just opposite the Kencom Bus Terminus, where Kenyans sit idly from 6am to 7pm and they discuss how awful their parliamentarians are. The leaders they have voted into power are selfish, stupid and corrupt; and how they wish they could be like America and practice democracy; like China and be technological giants; how better off South Africa is for hosting the 2010 World cup, and so on. It is all talk, all wishes, but none of them work on it. And these idlers go back home and sleep hungry.
I wish Swahili was our mother tongue. It makes no sense to me which tribe is superior. For while the world battles with wars and racism, Africa battles with tribalism. It seems so juvenile.
Africans have taken a lot of time in playing the victims of colonization and as a result have failed in numerous accounts to develop economically, socially and technologically.
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Couldn't Love You More by John Martyn
