Good News, at least to me : -) and MUGABE's speech

In Washington I was so excited that I was buying a digital camera that I didn't care which one I was going to buy. I bought a Kodak from Target and then went on to Staples to buy a 512MB mini-disk. Problem, the camera runs on actual batteries. When I was coming to Malawi I went to Walgreens and got a Duracell battery charger with four slots and things were rolling and thanks to that Kodak Camera I have most of the pix on here but sadly I lost my battery charger prior to my move up here. The good news: it was found, in a bureau at my mom's in Zomba so I'm glad I'll be able to post Christmas and New Year's pix on here. I'm looking forward to that.

Now, on Mugabe. After the EU-Africa summit he said, " We know our responsibilities, we don't need to be told about peace and security, and "Does the German chancellor and the other pro-Gordon Brown people really believe they know better than Sadc and the African Union, we have to fight this arrogance." OK now brotherman, words don't mean much to folks out there, let's get down to work here in Africa like the Chinese and Indians are doing and actually prove that we know our responsibilities. Just as Senegalese President Abdoulaye Wade said after the same summit..."The Chinese work everywhere, they don't make speeches, they work fast..."

I wish the best to all African leaders who attended the just-ended EU-Africa summit. Wonderful things were said, now lead us wonderfully.
Cheers.

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