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Why, after all these years, are so plentiful countries in Africa nonmoving helpless upon Western aid? Has such aid really helped the picture or
encouraged them to let others do for them what they won't do for themselves? (As the language goes, you can distribute a man a aquatic vertebrate and he'll eat
once or you can drill him how to fish and he'll eat abundance of modern times). Has such help truly served the semipermanent interests of Africa or just
the self-interests of burgeoning bureaucracies?

Why does the light-colored planetary of the West appear more bothered for the social welfare and protection of Africans than do several of Africa's arrogant leaders? I
raise this interrogation because the West is consistently hated as former colonialists and imperialists and is no longer meet to act with its
law and demand but is begged to bail African countries out onetime their
elected leaders rip them off (bloating outside mound accounts) and part from their countries uncovered by grave misdirection.

Productive white farmers in Zimbabwe, for example, have savagely been goaded off their house farms for black squatters who do fair that - squatty
- and the orphaned environment lies unplanted and the countryside starves. Yet racial Mugabe's still in domination (no visits by Jesse Jackson or by an
African-American union of indignant ministers completed this rearward discrimination or terrorization of sanctions by the dichotomous UN).

These are both of the points (sharpened by my own experiences and observations) travel-writer Paul Theroux makes in his work: Dark Star Safari: Overland from Cairo to Cape Town.

I've been glorious to have as well visited surround of Africa, having interpreted trains, planes, and automobiles (hitchhiked for the maximum segment) from
Johannesburg to Cape Town, , up the Garden Route to Durban, Swaziland, Kruger National Park, and posterior to Johannesburg, on to Pretoria
and the Voortrekker's National Monument (does it unmoving stand?) time en route to Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe (Rhodesia).

I met up next to an English missy on the railroad train in Bulawayo whom I had met close George, South Africa and bunji-jumped next to off a railway bridge weeks before piece migrant posterior to Johannesburg.

I afterwards went to Tel Aviv, Israel up to that time coming to Home Sweet Home (USA).

May God call down Africa beside earnest leaders who high regard their relatives and who put their ethnic group above their of your own ambitions and avaricious temptations.