I am not sure that this is the right place to write this. Several times I have tried to et rid of this blog or extend it into new frontiers. It seems that I am still here to write. The other evening I saw a film titled "I dreamed of Africa". It touched me and by the ending of the film I was given a gift. I understood why we must always go back to Africa. The film is about a couple who go to settle in Kenya with her son. She looses her husband and the son to wilderness. The husband is killed by a buffalo and the son by a poisonous snake bite. The film ends by letting her speak: We came to this extraordinary place and Africa let us live extraordinary lives. Then Africa claimed an extraordinary price that was Africa's privilege. And now it is my privilege to look after Africa herself.