A pretty portrait of African ladies, selling fruit by the roadside. A haven for the privileged folks holidaying at Lake Malawi, eager for the authentic taste of untampered-with sweet satsumas.

A snapshot capturing the women’s bright clothing against the dusty backdrop of the African landscape. A lovely holiday memento. I did not capture the din of the children surrounding the car eager for open windows through which they push their produce, desperate for a sale.

We bought our goods and enjoyed them later, eating more than we should.

No thought spared for the sellers by the road-side and our meagre contribution to their livelihood. As we paid peanuts for their peanuts we were audacious enough to barter, desperate for a sale.




Radicalized online


In the wake of the terrible events in Charlottesville, there seem to be a lot of people who are still amazed by such a brazen, public display by white nationalism, and by an act of terrorism by a white nationalist being all but disregarded by the President.  I have to admit, as someone who has spent the last several years trying to convince other white people that we should be at least as concerned about the re-emergence of the far right in America and Europe as we are about Islam and ‘creeping Sharia,’ it’s actually sort of refreshing, not in an “I told you so” sort of way, but more in an “at least everyone can see the bear now” sort of way.  To start with, if you are horrified and want to do something, here are some resources of how you can help people in Charlottesville.  

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