It allows you to see the humour in almost everything. Given the current state of the world, surely this is a valuable talent. As I relate my story, I won’t go back to the genesis of time since there is some contention on how we came to be. If you’re not sure either then please go back and read my last week’s column, which didn’t exactly explain how we ended up here but did offer some hopefully valuable insight. Instead our story begins somewhere on the Dark Continent. This name is quite ironic since the blue sky and sunshine here are the brightest and most beautiful I’ve seen on this little cosmic stone called earth. We focus on a dry and dusty neighbourhood on this vast land that hosted the first humans.
The most valuable commodity in this barrio was called pula. It was this divine gift that soothed the parched ground that conjured up the plant life that fed the simple people of this community. It was in this simplicity that harmony and happiness thrived. And while this particular neighbourhood was not only one of the poorest on the Dark Continent but indeed the entire world, there was plenty of food for all. But not all was well as neighbours cast their envious eyes over this particular neighbourhood and wanted it for themselves.
