Plummy

I clocked this wall with images of Mozambicans grafting. It must be fairly modern as one of the guys has an MCEL (one of the mobile networks) tabard.

I successfully continued to stave off the work stress in this post-break period during which many Mozambicans are taking their long summer leave.

With a colleague in the UK I worked on a concept to bid for some World Bank money linked to marine plastics issues in Mozambique. It would be a good coup if we won the contract and it would unearth lots of useful data.

I caught up (after being chased) on embarrassingly overdue tasks, such as processing last June’s credit card transactions.

I debated social mobility in the Mozambican context with Paulo during the tuk-tuk ride back from the office. I concluded that whilst people are generally happy to chuck a few coins at a beggar or bake a cake for the needy, many fewer seek to understand the reasons behind someone’s disadvantage and push for broader systemic change that would benefit the poorest.

I spent an hour on a cross-trainer and for the next three hours resembled a tomato that had been submerged in a jacuzzi.

I resisted the urge to buy biscuits and bought a half kilo of plums from a senhora on the street.

I killed a large cockroach.