I have been out and about this great city, run by a not-so-great governor, if you ask those seeking Johnson Sakaja’s ouster, catching up on the muchene in tea places where they demand payment before service.
It is a good sign of the state of the nation, as Juliani sings; things are so bad, one wonders what’s wrong when things go right. So, I wasn’t surprised when I asked for a cup of coffee, after a surprisingly good cup of muteta soup, and I was offered a cup of hot water and a sachet of coffee powder.