Dreaming in Zanzibari

We are born with the ability to day dream, but before too long that ability is lost to the demands of complexity and the pursuit of distraction.  I could not post this blog were it not for the accumulation of decades of complex coding.  

But even when we have the choice, we turn our back on day dreaming.  People lucky enough to retire with health and wealth, feel the need to make a job of it.  Communities are built around acres of fertile farmland which is soon drowned in fertiliser and pesticide, and kept green by draining the water table.  People grow exasperated chasing a little white ball around, as it refuses to go in the right direction.  Finally, they drown their sorrows at the 19th hole.

Life in Zanzibar is not perfect.  Its heritage is built on the Arab slave trade. There are all the opportunities for corruption and incompetence that you can expect of any regime that styles itself as a "Revolutionary Government".  Garbage is accumulating, aquifers are draining and the coral reefs are tenuous.  Education is far from adequate.....

But....but...but

Zanzibaris seem content.  Life (for the men!) revolves around the three pillars of prayer, fishing and sleeping - no alcohol, no tv, no internet.   In the meantime they have enough to eat, nature provides......Salaam-Aleikum.