It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you.
The journey is part of the experience — an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca.
The inheritance of a corrupt state, the deployment of incompetent ANC cadres and the lawlessness of business practices operate on a daily basis to capture the state as a source of wealth accumulation. The corrupt state has taken over the ANC where it found willing business partners both Black and White, domestic and multinational. In Lenin’s words: The machine refused to obey the hand that guided it. It was like a car that was going not in the direction the driver desired, but in the direction someone else desired; as if it were being driven by some mysterious, lawless hand. – Zackie Achmat on the Writing Rights BlogBACK TO TOP