Aside from the gods, many friends and my wife certainly thought I was crazy.
Some of us may remember the 1980 South African film, The gods must be crazy, where a Namibian hunter-gatherer chanced upon a bottle of Coca-Cola dropped from an airplane. He believed it to be from the gods, and set about trying to return it. It has been more than 40 years since, and I have just returned from my third trip to Africa in six months. The first was when I took Sharity, Community Chest’s elephant mascot, up Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, followed by a grand tour of Cairo and the Great Pyramid of Giza in December.
Relative to my latest trip, those two were but at the periphery. This time, I ventured into Chad, the heart of the Dark Continent. There was no direct flight from Changi. Rather, the outbound of this week-long trip took me first to Bangkok; next to Addis Ababa of Ethiopia; then to Doula, Cameroon; and finally to N’Djamena, Chad’s capital city.
