Euro-African Life in Namibia

There is a particular type of human emotional disposition which could be described as a perpetual state of despair ; an emotional concoction existing in a potent suspension of suppressed hysteria . And though it may not be apparent to others nor a particular individual, despair flows alongside blood, racing after every heartbeat through swollen veins and arteries, breathing oxygenated blood, and clothes the world in granular whites and soft-focus greys, framed by the deepest of darkest blacks.  The realm of despair is the realm of conscious hell , albeit hell denied. Contained within the fatty tissue of the human brain, this realm does not cater to hope; although searching for it, it is incapable of conviction. For, what is hope but wishful thinking? Despair believes in nothing and cannot be convinced of anything. It refutes both truth and untruth . It makes light of joy and peace and does not adhere to the passage of time. Instead, it cruelly coexists in muted oppression in the s

The essence of any argument regarding the position of women in Namibian society, comes down to a seasoned universal prejudice against women; an obvious and blatant prejudice which is euphemistically referred to as a 'gender stereotype' (like liver cirrhosis) by soft-spoken, misunderstood, well-read and politically-correct obfuscating academics, a 'gender issue' by environmentally-friendly, curly-haired, go-natural activist-types, as 'God's Will' by male members of the clergy (as if they know Him personally) including female members of the congregation, as 'nature's way' (or 'natural') by yours truly, the average Joe Soap and very often, sadly unsurprisingly, by the average Sarah Soap, too. All of them are of the opinion that the way things are, are the way they are meant to be and one is frequently reminded not to 'rock the boat' (we're not on open water, have ye noticed?), and leave things as they are, what's the us