Thought for this day

I am back in full swing, with not much to tell.

Why do African governments seem to want to sabotage their countries and peoples? Mugabe maak droog, is my humble opinion, and that of the rest of the UK, according to the Times.

Last week some high placed person from Ghana said that African nations don't like condescension and having Western governments tell them what to do. Who does?
But the problem is, Africa wants to share in the good things of western modern life (cue mansions, tvs, supermarkets, limousines, GUNS...), but mostly without paying the price of democracy and freedom of speech. This is a dreadfully simplistic explanation, I know, and if somebody out there would like to correct me, please feel free.

I am starting to cry for my beloved country. And even though I’m sitting here, in breezy Scotland, it still is my country.

PS: Today, in one of my classes:

Girl: How old are you, miss?
Me: (Very suspicious) Why do you want to know?
Girl: My dad's looking for a girlfriend.

Wonderful!!

Fife adventures

We have moved, now, to Fife, part of the glorious Scotland. In this week, at my new job, a few momentous things have happened:

1. A student asked: "If you're from Africa, how come you're not black?"
2. I was asked, repeatedly, why we decided to move to Scotland.

These two questions I have read in a gazillion English eyes and faces, but nobody ever asked. Not because they weren't interested, but because it is not proper to be so direct. And to be asked these very simple questions in the first week in Scotland, says just about everything about why we decided to move here.

PS: Answers to follow!