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Tuesday, 25 November 2014
If we believed everything that we are fed about Africa by charity groups, it would not be a very savoury place to visit.
All children seem to be either starving or dying of nasty diseases, and have flies permanently attached to their eyes.
Water is only available to those who have had European/American do-gooders install wells and pumps.
Marauding gangs of lunatics slaughter everyone who hasn't learned The Koran by heart.
Ebola is rife, and will end-up killing most of Africa's population, unless they haven't already succumbed to Tsetse, snake bites, or Malaria.
Children can only attend school if sponsored by kindly Europeans/Americans.
Most of African wildlife will soon disappear if not 'adopted' by even more kindly Europeans/Americans.
Everyone above the rank of junior clerk has a Swiss bank account, stuffed with foreign aid money.
And all girls are married off by the age of 8 years old.
Over the past few years I have not seen a single charity ad' that does not represent Africa as being one huge open sewer, with the sick and dying littering the streets. Isn't it about time that the real face of Africa was presented a little more accurately?
A little more charity from the charities, and tourism might suddenly explode. It would probably be the financial saviour of many African countries.
*I cleaned our bedroom today ..... not just a flick round with a duster
but, pulling the bed and chest of drawers out and sweeping enough dust up
1 day ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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