Drooping

It’s interesting to chart periods of life when you have felt buoyant and times that have been more joyless. I’m emerging from a fog created by limbo woes and whilst I’m nervous that visa and travel issues in the next few months might be quite anxiety-inducing, I’m feeling robust enough to deal with it. Feeling better in a dark winter lockdown when we’re all sick to the back teeth of coronavirus. Who knew.

Today Mozambique recorded its 216th Covid death in the same week as the UK recorded at least its 80,000th. However in the UK the problem of different recording methods is very real as I saw another headline this week about 100,000 deaths. It feels like an utmost priority to reconcile this figure and stop playing politics with the death toll.

Even accounting for the fact that Mozambique has half the population, that it’s mostly less densely crowded and medical data are less organised, it is exceeding the UK’s performance in combatting the virus and with an average of 35 times less wealth per head of the population. Fortunately people have stopped saying to me, as they did at the start of the pandemic, that I must have been glad to get stuck in the UK. It doesn’t make any sense from a Covid safety perspective.

Anyway, congrats to Mozambique and various other countries that have contained the virus very well with limited resources.

Força África!