|Africa on the Square - Trafalgar Square|
And finally it’s London! First impressions from someone brand new in town, but with an African background… I spent the last 8 years in African countries where the sun shine and the weather is good, but also where, for the 90% of the local population, what really matters the most, is just to try to survive another day.
African towns, despite the fast growth a number of those are witnessing, especially the ones that are capitals of Oil production Countries, are places dying to seem like brand new shining Dubai of the Continent. And that is what the governmental élites like! But what about the people?
For an African middle class woman the first issue of the day is to find enough water for her family daily need. Eventually, is walking to the well, queuing and then go back home with a basket filled of water on her head or buy the yellow water tank from the guys who carries water around the slums.
|A restaurant in Soho|
Well instead of having this food-trouble an African mother goes to the street market, get a cassava, go back home and start peeling it, cutting it into cubes and then reducing it in a flour she will later cook as a “polenta” for the one a day meal she’ll provide to her family.
Ndilo Mutima linhas zungueiras, linhas estéticas
|A view of the City|
I’m afraid this cold weather is highlighting my rheumatics’ pains, as much as is making me feel a bit sorry because, at the end of the day, I’m definitely enjoying this chilly days full of rain and humidity.
Then the colours…
It’s just a matter of colours! Yes, what comes first, as the greatest difference between this island and the enormous Africa, is all about colours. Back there my eyes were full of red, the African soil; of yellow, the shiny tiring hot sun; of dirty white, the dust covering everything and fluctuating in the air; of black, that dark in the people’s skin, in their deep eyes, in their curly hair.
Here, instead, is all about green! Gardens, grass, parks, trees. And grey: clouds, clothes, streets, drops of rain.
Is there any best colour in life? Is there a colour that is worth more then another? Is there a reason why anyone of those colours must have the number one place in someone’s life? No. I don’t think so.