One of the unexpected things I’ve caught since coming to Africa for the long haul is a certain disturbing feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s grown there quietly, feeding, I suspect, on the various foreign sights and sounds around here, especially those of the children.
I received an email the other day from a Christian in Ontario upset over, in his words, “the pantywaist liberalism” of his employer.
Beautiful women and mobile phones might not be the first pictures that come to mind when you think of Africa. But one of the more interesting things about life on the so-called dark continent is that, even here, image sells.
We’re driving home with African radio on, and this is what we hear. Christian tunes. Nice.
Image sells, even in Africa. And so Nokia’s annual Face of Africa contest, a shameless commercial venture now in full swing, will again make some young African woman very wealthy, at least by her parched continent’s standards.
Getting up in the morning and putting on the sandals of everyday life is not unlike what Jesus did.