Unique Rush

 

Some days I am confronted with opposites. I was reading a book whose purchase deserves an entry by its own, and enjoying it tremendously. It talks about Mozambique and Mozambicans. The author considers a privilege to spend part of her life in Mozambique and explains why.

 

I share some of her sensations, so they must be more real than I realized. I can call them the “Mozambican rush”. I see it as a sudden good feeling of happiness, inexplicable and addictive. From where does it come from? Does it affect everybody or just a few?

 

The author describes it using words like surreal, magical. The reasons? Beauty, spirituality, harmony, friendship, warm weather, warm water, great beaches or a combination of them all.

 

I was still enveloped in the positive vibes left after reading such nice opinion, when Paul dashed:

 

“Living in Africa it’s like sitting on a barrel of gunpowder!”

 

Though he truly spoiled my party, he is right. He is concerned with social aspects. In Mozambique it was recently announced another aggravation of fare costs, already so hard for the majority of Mozambicans to pay. Since 2001 prices don’t stop going up, while wages are seldom raised. What Paul and I know is that sometimes even nice people might turn violent to force their voices to be heard. 

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The above text was written a few days ago. Last Tuesday, Paul’s concern turned into reality. The moment this is being published, we are no longer under siege. For almost two days, nobody could leave or enter this town. Shops closed and we only hoped the unrest didn’t last. Thanks to the decision of maintaining the old fare for the time being, Andy has managed to leave yesterday morning to Durban. Halfway he is stopping in Richards Bay to spend JP’s birthday with him.

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