A CHAT FROM LONDON: Times are hard, but too much booze is not the solution

I received an SMS from a long time friend in Brazil.“Boss! Get out of Europe, those fanatics will kill you. It is no longer safe. Come to Brazil...”

>This is a continuation of last week’s theme.  Gloom and pessimism reigns. Even the football contest in January has been affected, thanks to Morocco. History, however, proves all continents have gone through mud and snort and fart. Why are Europeans marking 100 years of their slaughter in 1914? They too passed through hell. Lessons.

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.

>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!”

After 2010 elections, Tanzania’s economy was almost in shambles, to say the least. By then the world was struggling to overcome the global financial crisis. Our election spending also worsened things.

>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.

>Around the time of Tanzanian independence in 1961, a powerful song hit the radios. “Sweets for my sweet, Sugar for my honey I will never ever let you go...”