I hate Africa.
The filth and pollution are truly awful. Where the people once dropped fruit skins they now leave plastic. The excrement of donkey and goat has been replaced as "enrichment" to the land by petrol and oil dripped from unregulated engines. The people have never been educated as to the problems that the ideals of "Western" living bring. I contracted C.O.P.D. (a progressive degenerative lung disease) in Africa. There is no cure. I shudder to think of what the lungs of the native residents look like. Disease in many forms has been exterminated in "The West". In Africa it is rife.
I do not agree with the politically-correct terminology used by "The West" to describe Africa. This is not a conglomeration of "Developing" countries. Africa, at least much of the land sub-Sahara, is decidedly "Third World". The ways of her people haven't changed significantly since the Middle Ages. I disagree with the indiscriminate heaping of financial aid on the heirarchy of African nations by the "Developed World", encouraged by mindless, time-expired "Pop Stars". The "Fat Cats" running each African state (into the ground?) gain a new Merc or BMW each year, but the peasant farmer sees little of such wealth. His children still die of preventable diseases.
The African Male has had it all his own way for millions of years. He has sat beneath the spreading acacia in every village, discussing World affairs and when his wives will lay out his meal before him, for long enough. Woman is slowly, but inexhorably, climbing the steep steps to power. She is changing attitudes imperceptively but surely. The children of today are the potential salvation of Africa. We can educate them with the help of Woman and the acceptance of Man. It is a task that makes Emily Pankhurst's emancipation of women appear a doddle. So many obstacles lay ahead. But it will happen one day. Africa can become the "Breadbasket of the World" once more. Insh'a'allah.
I hate Africa.
She is a cunning and conniving vamp. She is a Class A drug. Her wispy tendrils of sensual delight invade the mind, while her fingers weave their seductive way around the heart to bind that organ in a cage stronger than Titanium. She thinks she can control me. She thinks she owns me.
Yet I am stronger in my resolve, aren't I? I have the self-determination to break free from her clutches at any time, don't I? I can turn my back on Africa forever, never to return, can't I?
I am going back to Africa tomorrow.
For the children.
By, Dave
I do not agree with the politically-correct terminology used by "The West" to describe Africa. This is not a conglomeration of "Developing" countries. Africa, at least much of the land sub-Sahara, is decidedly "Third World". The ways of her people haven't changed significantly since the Middle Ages. I disagree with the indiscriminate heaping of financial aid on the heirarchy of African nations by the "Developed World", encouraged by mindless, time-expired "Pop Stars". The "Fat Cats" running each African state (into the ground?) gain a new Merc or BMW each year, but the peasant farmer sees little of such wealth. His children still die of preventable diseases.
The African Male has had it all his own way for millions of years. He has sat beneath the spreading acacia in every village, discussing World affairs and when his wives will lay out his meal before him, for long enough. Woman is slowly, but inexhorably, climbing the steep steps to power. She is changing attitudes imperceptively but surely. The children of today are the potential salvation of Africa. We can educate them with the help of Woman and the acceptance of Man. It is a task that makes Emily Pankhurst's emancipation of women appear a doddle. So many obstacles lay ahead. But it will happen one day. Africa can become the "Breadbasket of the World" once more. Insh'a'allah.
I hate Africa.
She is a cunning and conniving vamp. She is a Class A drug. Her wispy tendrils of sensual delight invade the mind, while her fingers weave their seductive way around the heart to bind that organ in a cage stronger than Titanium. She thinks she can control me. She thinks she owns me.
Yet I am stronger in my resolve, aren't I? I have the self-determination to break free from her clutches at any time, don't I? I can turn my back on Africa forever, never to return, can't I?
I am going back to Africa tomorrow.
For the children.
By, Dave
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