Saturday, February 11, 2017
Children with flies on their faces
Quickest example of Capitalism I can give you?
Children with flies on their faces.
In Africa, other hellholes?
Some here.
Labels: Africa, Capitalism, children in poverty, disease, flies
Monday, December 16, 2013
Generations in Dark Continents
Momba
When the last child left for college, Miriam hastened
to divorce. He went back to Africa, and the new oil
boomlet.
Mr Carruthers, grayer, still fetched you a boy. Indeed,
the memory of Momba bringing his afternoon gin
and tonic sustained him even before the new adventure.
"Momba is a foreman on an oil rig now, but I can get you
a divinity student part-time. Everybody else is into
the oil."
It would be the middle of next week, but Carruthers could
find a cleaning girl sooner.
He went into the new Starbucks and ordered an ice coffee.
There two girls had trouble with the machine, and promised
to bring it to him.
He must tell them to ratchet down the air conditioning!
Shivering! He opened his laptop with difficulty, wondering if
they had wifi.
When one girl finally got the ice coffee there, he had
turned blue.
The girls called an ambulance, and persuaded a regular,
a retired British doctor, to look at him.
"You can get into a great deal of trouble declaring anyone
dead in another chap's country, but though the tech boys
can certainly try, odds are he's gone."
Momba heard the news with mixed feelings. Miriam, the same,
having just married a much younger man, a more scholarly one.
His dissertation: The Economics of Economics.
Labels: Africa, Colonial, divorce, oil, scholarship, Starbucks
Saturday, March 02, 2013
Bwana
-My group of lesbian hunters is going to Africa.
-Excuse me for laughing, but you know what I
just HEARD?
-Do don't be juvenile this one time!
-Okay, I'll go along. But, then, I can't go along.
-Nope. Don't qualify.
-I wouldn’t want to join any group that'd
accept me as a member. Generally speaking.
Nothing personal.
-Let me top off your beer. Firing on no
cylinders.
-Well, just warming up. Are you accoutered
for this extraordinary trip with this more
extraordinary group?
-We don't consider it either, but yeah, I've
got comfortable hunting clothes and a gun
to stop an elephant.
-Make sure it's a boy.
-We usually do.
-I shot an elephant in my pajamas once.
How that elephant got into my pajamas I’ll
never know.
-Cease! Groucho Marx again.
-I could use the Marx Brothers right around here.
-And I the Marx Sisters.
-Oh well--and I'll cite my source this time--
you can rely on the old man's money. Billy Joel.
-It's how he shows love. You must always let
people show love in their own way.
-Who's stopping them? But I must leave.
My Incongruity Quotient is full for the nonce.
-You’ll stay for the roast lamb. My treat.
-Weakness, thy name is man!
-We’ve noticed.
Labels: Africa, Billy Joel, Groucho Marx, hunter, lesbian
