A CHAT FROM LONDON: Ebola threat dismissed as safari hub boosts tourism

A good day becomes evident in the morning...so the Swahili proverb goes. It was ice cold but the sun was shining.

>May I share a few clips from last week? First the video.  A mass of frenzied people are chasing a man somewhere in West Africa.   Right on the knees of Ebola.  Someone sent it via WhatsApp.  Don’t frown if you don’t use WhatsApp.

Na Freddy Macha, LondonWatalii na wageni Tanzania wamehakikishiwa kwamba kasheshe ya Ebola inayousakama uwanda wa magharibi ya bara haitaidhuru Bongo. Akizungumza nami katika ofisi ya kampuni ya Safari Hub yenye makao makuu Arusha na London, Mkurugenzi, Navraj Hans alisema ingawa kitakwimu idadi ya watalii barani imeshuka kwa asilimia 50 hakuna haja ya kuhaha. “Ebola inasambaa kirahisi zaidi kuelekea Ulaya kutoka Afrika Magharibi kuliko kuja kwetu. Sisi tuko mbali sana.” Bwana Hans ambaye...

>Wednesday, October 15, 2014...A tiny delegation of well educated women; modest and intelligent, will be welcomed into one of the most powerful rooms in the northern hemisphere. First is Mrs Rhobi Samwelly (pictured), mother of four children, hailing from Butiama, Mara Region.

It is a cold wet winter afternoon, a few days after the Paris and Bamako terrorist attacks. As I stroll down a major street in East London, a man is melodically hollering:“Evening Standard! Evening Standard!”

KLM Royal Dutch Airlines has contributed significantly in the growth of Tanzania’s tourism sector.

>May we begin by asking a question? Is it true that there is a huge difference between the thinking of Africans living on the continent and those outside it? Over 50 years ago, we used to call overseas-based ones the “African Wazungus” not because of race but attitude and manners. It was insulting being called Mzungu Mweusi. Nevertheless, behind closed doors it was privileged.

>As Easter 2015 arrives, two episodes to reflect. Fast moving Europe. Quarter of the year gone.   One person’s dustbin is another’s treasure. I am not sure if this old English idiom fits what I am about to present here but... let us not compare tragedies. We may discuss their implications. Tears are a reflection of pain; sorrow knows no definition.

>Cities smell. This is normal. And...                                                                                          Each has its own scent. Just like the legendary Russian novelist, Leo Tolstoy, wrote at the beginning of...