Before you judge Africa, please tour!
The
infrastructure was strikingly magnificent. Stores were qualitatively loaded. Walking
the streets, I wondered where the dressed-up folks on CNN could be since they
were hardly on the streets. Instead, blue jeans seemed like the national color,
making me giggle each time a wanted man was described on TV news as last seen "in blue jeans."
"What else could he be putting on?" I would wonder.
By the
traffic lights some men held placards in wrongly-spelled words begging for
money or food. "Before getting into college, wasn't there a free public
education policy in America? How come some cannot spell right?,"
"How come the US donates millions of aid to the Third World yet there are homeless folks under American bridges?"
"And if these folks are in need, why are they not
applying for food stamps?" I kept trying to arrange the puzzle.
At the
Laundromat an innocent Mrs. Jackson even asked me why each immigrant could have
a visa when no American citizen could easily be favored with one to dash to the
mall?
"The travel visa is different from the visa credit card," I explained.
While my poor African villagers could be facing critical shortages of medical
drugs, even pets in America had full medical insurance! How worlds differed!
I
knew there were spiraling numbers of African immigrants in the USA to make
airport taxi drivers doubt if there could still be life in my wonderful
Motherland.
Per Discovery Channel documentaries, some non-African viewers could
actually think twice before visiting Africa for fear of imaginary tribal wars,
spiders, the Anaconda cobra or Mufasa and his pride. Africa had lots of news…
