The epiphany. The coming of the indigenous age.
There is a renaissance a-coming.
It is in the air. Can’t you feel it?
A higher history than all history hitherto.
A higher history, that a new world be shaped.
… Our waters is near broke.
Too long there has been a popular perception that somehow the Haitian nation-building project, launched on January 1, 1804, has failed on account of mismanagement, ineptitude, corruption.
Who would know that this little plot of land in the heart of Saint Catherine, Jamaica, was once home to the first examples of genetically bred cattle anywhere in the world?
If you’ve been around as long as I, reading or listening to what passes for recent history can easily provoke the dry heaves. Mr Edward Seaga, a centre of turbulence as a politician, remains a centre of turbulence as an old age pensioner. Some of the claims made by Mr Seaga or on his behalf are bizarre.
Let’s face it – in a great many countries, people with different abilities still find it tricky getting up steps, crossing the road and clambering onto buses. But sometimes, unexpectedly, delight falls into our lives.
While private investment booms in Khartoum, turning the largely uninteresting city into a predicted “Dubai of North Africa,” public investment is sadly lacking in Darfur. Everyone from the UN Secretary-General to the President of the United States to actors George Clooney and Mia Farrow have been calling a stop to the conflict in Darfur. And nothing changes.
This morning, Michelle and I awoke to some surprising and humbling news. At 6 a.m., we received word that I’d been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for 2009.
Can't Get Over You by Maze
