Thursday, July 21, 2011. They stole the phone of a dying man. Burundi is a land of many contrasts; so much beauty, yet so much pain. As I was growing up, my parents shielded me from death to the point that until the age of 31, I had never seen a corpse. As he laid there for over an hour, someone stole his mobile phone. They stole his flipping phone. The more I try to understand this place, the less I do.

The surmountable trials of Lady Ghana. Being in possession of a local licence is compulsory for all residents, so after driving illegally in the country for over a year, I figured it was about time to get my house in order. Luckily for me, I just need to convert my foreign licence into a local one. Arrive at the DVLA office. A police officer in uniform tries to sneak in the front row.