The story about the bad results of
‘helpful’ charidees is slowly gathering pace
– brilliant work by people like my friend Jane
Bussmann ('The Worst Date Ever'), Dambisa
Moyo ('Dead Aid'), and others is getting
the ball rolling.
Here’s to them!
Meanwhile, I vow not to visit
Kongowea, even though I hear it sells everything
from designer gear to Primark and back again.
Even though I hear it’s GREAT.
Well maybe just one fact finding
In a town where a number of
foreign visitors are there for sex of some sort or
another, Mtwapa is a bit of a mirror onto our sad
I hear this tiny part of the coast
is also known as 'America', I think because of its
outlaw nature – when it comes to 'sex tourism',
With this freight of traffic, I
certainly found that several native Kenyans in Mtwapa
expected me to be after sex of some sort or
"You want boys?"
"Boys and girls?"
"Er no, just this mango
Turns out there’s a lot of
people out there who will take someone much
younger and better looking than themselves just
because they can pay for it.
And all variations are in play.
People tell me this is just simple
Supply and demand.
But I’m in the market for style
and grace and kindness and charm, and I’m
willing to pay top dollar, yet the market for this
remains more elusive.
I was at a bar eating lunch with
George introduced himself.
‘Hi, Hi’, we chatted
The food came – lovely cooked
cabbage, tomato salad, roasted chicken.
I pushed a plate in Jane’s
direction saying, "here you go
muttered to himself as though hit by a
"Ah ’Darling’: that’s
alright with me."
No, I wanted to shout: 'I Am Not A
It was just a throw away term of
I don’t even like her that much.
But really, where would I begin,
when the evidence all around us suggested I must
be into something?
trees: I love them - the view from the door
of our bedroom.
you read it first at coastweek.com