I’ve been promising to write all I can about my trip about a month and a half back to Maputo, Mozambique. But along the way I lost the plot a bit. This is me here trying to rectify this little mishap.
Listening to Nickelback blasting in my ears and writing this hear quick summary of Maputo. Hoping the pics below express more then my words. As words fail me when describing places. It’s all about the senses when you travel Africa.
The sight, smells, sounds and tastes are hard to put down on paper. Maputo is no different. The experience there is nothing compared to Johannesburg and anywhere in South Africa for that matter.
Was feeling a bit lost since I hadn’t written a blog post in a while.
My down side is that I usually write when I feel passionately about something, and if that’s the case then sadly these days I’m not a very passionate person.
So I visited my old blog home. Went through some deadly old posts and realised that my virtual world has now evolved to a point where my friends who previously just commented on my posts are now what another friend call it: my “21st Century Friends”.
so i forgot to update some of the places my blog is found and a, slowly getting round to it. One place is Technorati… So i past my code here 56gfabe7h9 and i hope to have my blog claimed in a few hours. Yayness
We live in country that has made me proud and sad all in one breath.
Been talking to a doctor friend of mine and came to the realisation that I along with half the country does not actually know nor under stand why the doctors across the country are striking. I convinced the kind soul to enlighten me and along with that the rest of the nation.
His response is below. I suggest reading it completely before judging the doctors and health care professionals who are striking presently. Who we conveniently condemn for leaving their patients unattended.
Have a heart to read the pleas of the doctors, for they are the heart that our nation needs to survive with.
Why Doctors feel the need to strike.
27/06/2009