They say a picture can say a thousand
words. Now I have no idea who ‘they’
are, but if this picture is anything to go by no wonder the Americans arrive in
their droves to ‘save the World.’ As our
school politics teacher used to say; it’s a “gross generalisation” of the American view, but then again…
An American friend of mine summed up the US
of A visitors to me the other day in a fairly astute phrase; “when an American enters they look you up and down and lose interest
in you when they realise that you don’t fit their African experience.”
It’s not to say that I have anything
particularly against the Sherman Tanks, some of my good friends and extended
family hail from there. Aside from them
dragging us into wars, allowing us to tarnish our good name in the Arab World –
why should we side with Israel…no Ollie
that’s a whole other argument saved for another day – and generally having
a pretty naïve outlook on the World, the part I detest most is the fashion of
heading to Africa, particularly Uganda and Malawi, to rescue a poor black baby to
take back to the States. Aren’t there
enough poor, orphaned black (and white) children to look after at home for me
not to see you strolling waddling about the Kampalan shopping malls
holding a litre of coffee and a small African child?
All of this has given me an idea; is it
possible for me to be adopted by a rich and powerful American family with
access to a Californian beach house and a ski lodge in Whistler? So here goes;
