4th of December 2008

Early this morning Mrs Jennifer left for school to complete work that she had pending, I did not start classes today untill 11am so after a hearty sleep in and another glorious shower I was surprised to find that I was not alone in the house, This was my first introduction to Gloria the house maid, servant, cleaner, washer woman a lady of many description really, jack of all house trades. She greeted me with a shy but sincere smile and proceeded to make quite the fuss over me, again it was an uncomfortable feeling so she in turn was shocked when I helped with the dishes, made my own bed and so forth. Gloria did however manage to make me some form of african chai tea.. banana and marmalade toast, accompanied by fresh mango, what a breakfast! The fruit over here is to die for, the mangos, bananas, puapua, pineapples, watermellon a whole host of others, all of these are larger, jucier and full of so much more flavour then those that New Zealand imports.. seriously you would not believe the size of some of the pineapples, eating this fruit is a mix of eating and drinking.

Anyway I tried to make as much conversation as I could manage in swahili with Gloria and in return she practised her english which I admit was at a far better level then my Swahili. Still everyone tells me I am picking up swahili sooo fast, they all love to encourage me and I have many teachers. I learn alot of street language, the words I learn often brings laughter and looks of surprise from the locals as they cannot believe a foreigner would know such things. Nearby to my flat, I have become very good friends with the local supply store owner, I have dubbed him 'prince' as he is 'the man', prince is about my age, he speaks broken english and has made it his mission to teach me the most hip forms of the swahili language possible, he is a true street king, with many connections, a good friend to have, he always gives me great prices on all types of goods in return for my repeat visits. Another reason my swahili is comming along at such a rate is due to my good friend and assistant Mr thai. Mr Thai is one of my assistants at the school, he helps me during sports electives, he used to be a cleaner at the school and has worked his way up to become an assistant teacher, he aims to study education and become fully qualified, Mr Thai really is a good man and is one of my good friends, he's cool to hang with and we joke alot in both languages. Mr Thai has just recently gotten married and is looking to start living the dream, he is so happy with his situation, its awesome to see. like prince Mr Thai is another main resource for learning the language, because he speaks english well and is persistent if I ask him how to say anything by the end of the day I go home saying it, I learn all the handshakes and ins and outs, he gets quite a sense of accomplishement when I arrive the next day to converse with him in his own tongue. Every man, woman and child at my school enthusiasticly greets me everyday for a laugh and if I encounter a new word or phrase I always stop and ask, or awkwardly try (often incorrectly) to reply. I want to learn as much swahili as I can before I leave and only hope I have the likes of Mr Thai around to help me out.

Tomorrow Nina is due to return to China, so we are having a large pot luck dinner in her honour at her house, beside the pool. It will be sad to see her go as she was such a bright spark and was especially very kind toward me, anyway thats traveling, great people come and great people go, I hope to stay in touch. Im making a traditional Swahili fish dish with the help of Mariam and I look foward to tasting and experiencing everyones efforts, pot lucks are amazing in any culture, but when many nationalities come together everyone is really in for a treat! I think tonight if my counting is correct there will be 10 different nationalites present, almost our own UN, I promise to keep climate change on the agenda...

3rd of December 2008

I feel like a traitor to the cause, yesterday there I was in complete admiration of Mr Allen's commitments, despite life's adversities, now today I find myself complaining about and looking to abandon my far superior, but far from luxurious flat for a couple of days... This attitude is bought on by lack of water, and the desire for another hot shower, lack of good sleep, prevalence of itchy bites and the cramped comforts of my mosquito net, in other words i need time to recuperate. A few days ago I was given an offer by the co-owner of my school, ex-teacher and British citizen, Mrs Jennifer to stay at her house for as long as I liked, as she had a spare bed, lived alone and would welcome the company. once this idea was planted in my mind it grew, I could not resist the temptation of a more comfortable place to stay for a while, so i packed thoroughly, prepared for school and organised to arrive after the day was complete...

Mrs Jennifer only lived 4km away from the school so this was a handy transition for me and boy did I get the treatment, honestly it felt like I had traveled back in time to the colonial era. Mrs Jennifer has a driver, gardener, nightwatchman and house woman who all go out of there way to ensure that you are comfortable and well looked after. during the lunch break to update and help me with navigation, David the driver was sent to and fro to show me how to get to the house and local shops, back to school and from Mrs Jennifer's to the flat, this seemed a bit all to much for me, I don't like people running round after me, and like I said it was all too familiar to the history of race relations in this country, a white man being waited on hand and foot by the locals. David spoke basic English and was a very nice obliging man, but after he had sufficiently directed me around I decided my mode of transport from then on would be by foot.

The house itself was also in the colonial fashion, open planned and flowing, ornate and old with a very particular and lovely, neat garden, it was a large house with all the necessaries one could desire. As I explored the rooms a bit more many things surprised and pleased me, one was the size of my soon to be bed and its accompanying mosquito net, another was the resources Mrs Jennifer had available on Africa, she had many specifically African focused magazines and papers, a life times supply of the economist, novels by African authors and economic, political and legal texts also centre on Africa, anyone doing a degree in African studies would not have needed to leave the house to graduate, another great resource was Mrs Jennifer's supply of African Music, she had more African music than I have C.D's and that's saying something! I couldn't wait to browse both music and literature to find gold for the future...

Another thing that struck me about the house and this applies to alot of the more wealthier houses in general in Tanzania was the extent taken to ensure that the level of security was high. The fence surrounding the grounds was a thick, high, sturdy brick one that looked as if it was made to defend a small fort, the gate was wrought iron and any place large enough for a man or child to fit through was cover with barbed wire. On top of the large fence and all the way around was fixed an abundance of broken bits of glass to prevent unwanted visitors. The night watchman was always present at night sitting on his seat just inside the gate waiting to be of any use, I'm told he is a simple fellow, but he looks well suited to be of service in the security department.. As if all these precautions weren't enough, every window was heavily barred and each door way was solid with two separate doors for each entrance, the locks were hard enough to open with a key, having to turn a different key in each key hole round four or five times to unlatch the whole dead lock!! Extreme precautions, i found myself thinking about the complete difference between the living standards of Mr Allen and Mrs Jennifer... you can't compare.

I spent the evening listening to all sorts of fitting harmonious music, reading about the history and present struggles of various places in Africa and conversing at length with Mrs Jennifer on a range of things. The shower was good, the bed comfortable and I was begging to feel at home, yet I could not help but feel a little bit guilty... I feel asleep to the soothing sounds of a mating chorus of frogs and crickets...

2nd of December 2008

Adventure after adventure, so it continues, I'm back at the flat which is a hub or network full of a mix of locals and international students, there is always someone doing something or at least keen to do something, this is perfect for me, never a dull moment. At the moment I am drinking at least 5 litres of water a day, all bought from the local shops which are really just tin sheds full of stock, I feel like I'm losing liquid as fast as I'm putting it in. Lawrence my Ugandan friend has developed the perfect past time for weekends, swimming, up at the University of Dar-es-Salaam, I decided to join him today as I really wanted to see campus. The pool up there is only open on weekends and is always crowded, once again I am the only white guy and when shirtless, I attract attention about as much as a streaker at a rained in cricket match, seriously you would think these people had never seen a white guy before. Before long I'm involved in bombing competitions, swimming races and breath holding competitions with a number of eager teenagers, these lads couldn't speak English but a laugh means the same in any language...

Lawrence it turns out is quite the character, he comes from a well to do tribe in Uganda and is the direct blood line of a chief, talking to Lawrence is inspiring he really wants to go far in life and is pushing hard, he lost his father at the young age of 5 and his mother when he was 11, he comes from a very successful family of 12 brothers and sisters who have stuck together to form a very strong working family relationship and a great work ethic, he was telling me stories of being up at 5 every morning to milk the cows at 7 year of age, i think he would make the perfect kiwi. I have alot of respect for Lawrence and what he and his family have gone through to get to where they are I often cannot believe some of the things that he tells me, when you look at him and spend time with him you'd have no idea of his past.

After our swim we look round the University, it is a spread out system of buildings surrounded by dense groupings of trees full of monkeys and other noisy animals, I notice a massive centipede making for cover, Lawrence warns me of the danger of these poisonous things. The campus is huge because it is so spread out, we visit the law school, commerce school and so on admiring the wonderful architecture, the main building has actually made it on to the national thousand shilling note so it is held in high esteem. Apparently this university is renowned for churning out some of the most successful graduates in all of Africa with many leaders, ministers and top African businessmen from Tanzania and abroad having graduated.

Graduation is taking place as we tour the campus, you can just tell just how proud all the recipients and their families are of their achievements, its like smile-fest 08... As we are walking around we mingle with other Aiesecr's hanging out on campus, the Tanzanian network here is huge, they are all keen to introduce themselves to me and I'm always keen to meet new faces, unexpectedly, we bumped into the high school psychics teacher from my school, Mr Allen, who INSISTED that I make a detour to his humble abode for the afternoon and invited Lawrence as well. One thing you notice about the people here is that they feel obliged to welcome you with open arms into their homes, and they do not take no for an answer.

The experience of seeing Mr Allen's living situation was one of shock, awe , inspiration and respect, after a long walk we reach his very basic community set in a surrounding hot, muggy, bush, full of thugs he tells me, very reassuring. As we pass through people shout greetings and peer curiously at us it is a strange feeling, people appear from every corner just to watch us walk through, Mr Allen seemed quite proud of the fact that he was the one leading this spectacle. His house is simple, just a sand and brick structure with a corrugated iron roof, no real toilet or proper shower, he is raising two children with his wife in this environment and managing to turn up to school every day dressed as if he came from a mansion.. It is beautiful, the love that was present in that house hold and the happiness found amongst such poverty was powerful, Mr Allen was so very, very proud of what he had and he appreciated it ten thousand times more than any of us luckier lot ever will, wow, it was just a special occasion for me to see such a thing. I don't even know if I could have the mental strength to ever live like that with such an attitude, it is humbling..

1st of December 2008

Our flat has been out of water now for 3 whole days, for me this is tough, for the locals it's life. I teach up to 3 periods of sport a day, combine my keen attitude with a constant mid to late, 30 degree, humid heat and I am always, I mean always working up a sweat, a lack of running water means a lack of a shower, a lack of a shower means... well you can imagine. Think of going bush but in the middle of a hot and dusty city with loads more people around, I am hanging out. Nina kindly took me under her wing, she now lives in an apartment space with a Zambian colleague of hers in Oyster Bay, they just so happen to have a pool and a hot shower, Haha wow, going for a swim and having a hot shower are heaven to the weary traveller in Dar, I emerged a new man with a renewed desire to see and experience more of the city and its people.

On our way to Nina's we took a 'Ba-ja-ji' or tuk-tuk, these are three wheeled motorcycles with an attached, encased area for passengers, they are like predatory flies circling especially foreigners at every given opportunity in the hope of work. I thought my bus driver was a mad man behind the wheel, geese these guys make more money the faster they complete the journey and the more passengers they transport so they wind in and out of traffic, sometimes I'm told they opt for the wrong side of the road or roundabout and there is no such thing as a traffic jam for a ba-ja-ji, they tend to venture off road... Portions of our ride were comparable to holding on to a raging bull during a rodeo, the driver hits pot holes and bumps at quite the speed. It is a long journey to Nina's and as we set out the rain or more like a monsoon sets on us, the roads are flooded, the infrastructure here is terrible, apparently the U.S gave Tanzania $US700 million to develop roads, from my judgement Id say that wasn't money well spent. The rain was worse than I've ever seen it, with water levels reaching troublesome heights. The transport here is so much more exciting than the organised public systems of New Zealand, driving from Lambton Quay to Cuba Street can get boring after a while, here there is never a dull moment, it's a free for all, some form of organised chaos, but with the excitement comes added risk. Thank the stars that Nina has a good understanding of Swahili and her directions are okay as she manages to bargain somewhat with the driver ensuring we don't get completely ripped off.

After my refreshing break, Nina proceeded to cook me a large authentic Chinese meal, so here I am getting 5 star treatment in the middle of Africa, Nina is my best friend right now! Full of food and nice and chilled, We decide to spend the afternoon exploring more of the city when the weather clears. Nina has an itinerary planned out in her head, she has taken it upon herself to be my guide for the day, since I'm really new to all this I don't complain, first stop the city centre. I get to experience once again the beauty that is the 'Dalla dalla' transport system, It never ceases to amaze me how many people they can pack into these vans, space equals money.

The city centre or 'posta' as it is called is close to the beach, the walk along the coast is nice as there is a breeze scarcely found anywhere else in Dar. It is unlike the large cities of other countries I have been to like Japan, the U.S, New Zealand or Australia, the shops look run down and some don't look like shops at all. People are persistent, they haggle and scramble for your attention, taxi drivers scavenge for your attention yelling 'taxi', 'taxi', I had many smooth talking Swahili men trying to persuade me with the little English they knew to buy stolen watches or cheap nik naks, unfortunately for them I'm implementing a no purchase policy until I have had a decent look right around Dar, so i can compare prices, goods and what is on offer. The mish mash of people in the city is something to see business men in suits, homeless with drugs and everything in between, blanket man would feel at home I'm sure. I study the malls, stalls and busy streets buying water all the time, I buy a paper written in English 'the guardian' sounds British, I buy it to get some sense of whats going on. Nina shows me the local park full of peacock roaming wild, with piercing screeches and beautiful displays we chill for a while.. As we are chilling i spotted the largest snail I've ever seen, its like the damn thing was on steroids, the bugs over here are like super bugs, cockroaches are three times as big as ours, snails and slugs are ginormous and lets not mention the spiders again. after a good look around we head to the waterfront and admire the dingey boats that float lifelessly in the water, to me every part of this cities daily life is of interest.

Nina's next planned stop is the largest market in Dar the infamous 'kariakoo', she gives me a foreboding warning to hold on to my wallet and camera tight and embrace for impact. I was not ready at all for these local markets, there is not an inch of space, people are jostling about the packed streets where all sorts of make shift stalls, heaps of clothes, piles of fruit, indistinguishable foods and smells where intent locals and ever present thieves reside. We just have to join the movement, hands in pockets protecting valuables and enjoying (or attempting to) what we see. There is literally no space, people everywhere and these people are the poorest of poor, thousands of them, ripped shirts, red eyes, wary stares, many shouts, so it goes on, these people live day to day on what they can muster from street sales, i gather it is not a lucrative business. I stick out like a sore thumb, the only white man in sight and I definitely feel uncomfortable about it, there is no way I could take a photo it may get stolen or start a fight, everyone hates getting their photo taken in Africa, especially the poor so you have to be surreptitious. This goes on forever, no end, street after street, left, right, up down. I made the mistake of asking for the toilet and felt it better to hold on. For me this place could be described in many vast pages, the artists imagination could run wild, I will settle for the brief description of my encounter with two cheeky, large Masai tribesmen. Nina attempted to buy bracelets from these two, first they tried to rip her off, then they tried to steal from her purse while distracting us, then somehow it escalated into an argument, we backed off as quick as anything, I was way out of my comfort zone and in no mood to stick around. I am grateful for the experience and will maybe venture there again sometime, it is unlike anything I have ever seen....

30th of November 2008

Last night we had a leaving party for my room mate Ray... Raymond is another Chinese finance student working in the banking sector, astonishingly Ray who is a very busy man always manages to have an impeccable fashion taste and the cleanest of clothes, this is quite an achievement in our household where washing is ten times more time consuming then it would be in New Zealand. Recently though I have discovered the source of his uncanny ability, not one or two, but three different suitcases full of high fashion designer clothes! unbelievable, you'd think the man was packing for a month long G8 summit in Dubai... Still Ray is a good guy, unfortunately we haven't been acquainted for that long, but I have a vivid memory of our first quite comical encounter, I arrived home after a late night on the first evening accidentally waking Ray during my post bedtime process, his first words to me in that dimly lit, muggy, mosquito filled room will stick with me for a while, he just blankly said,"welcome to the jungle" turned over and fell asleep again. Ray is the one guy most responsible for putting the fear of god in me when it comes to mosquito's he's more paranoid than I am and it really rubs off...

So anyway Rays leaving party was meant to be a low key blow out session filled with close friends. Someone forgot to tell the army of Tanzanians and Kenyans who piled into our flat and partied till the break of dawn. These people weren't dodgy in the least, but I can honestly say that I have never seen people party more ruthlessly than this bunch, their shirtless, sweaty games of dare or command were border line equalled only by their dancing technique and love of the local spirit 'konyagi'. I was hit by a mix of culture shock and jet lag that evening, all my full on brave attempts to keep up with my fast paced introduction to this city were finally catching up. Try as I might I could not con myself into the party mood, it is a weird feeling being completely uprooted from your daily life that you are so used to, to be planted in a place where every thing is different.. EVERYTHING is different! The whole way of life here has to be learnt from scratch, it makes for a great time, but can occasionally run you down. I spent most of the evening yarning away with Raymond, Nina and Jim about their differing encounters with the initial shock of the place and began to feel like a shower and a good sleep would be my best medicine. It seems that whenever you are in need of a bit of advice there are twenty people willing to give you differing, sometimes conflicting versions, some you have to take with a grain of salt given that this was a party and the wine was flowing...

I woke in the middle of the night last night in a terribly tired state to find to my dismay that my mosquito net had come untucked and had ridden up over my head. I don't think I could possibly express my head space in that moment, somewhere between a nightmare and frantic panic or scramble to cover myself in repellent, put on a longer shirt, readjust my netting and spend the rest of the night worrying about what might have been.

29th of November 2008

Teaching has become my weekly routine now, I'm getting up at 5am every weekday to catch the school bus which stops directly outside my gate. Our neighbours children, Joanna and Anna both attend my school, they are beautiful, friendly children who are always so bright and bubbly, coincidentally the bus stops outside our gate specifically for these kids, so I also am able to hitch a ride. The Kids at my school are amazing, just like the Bill Cosby show, kids say and do the darnedest things, they are so much fun it makes working with them more of an enjoyment than a job, they are always smiling and greeting you with joy even at 5 in the morning!

The drive to school is something else, as Ive said the roads are rocky and sandy, uneven, full of puddles, animals, rubbish and a collection of who knows what, this makes for quite the bumpy ride as we swerve all over the road dodging pot hole and other obstacles. The driver is a Swahili man who seems to follow his own set of road rules, he loves the sound of his bus horn which he uses to get the waiting children's attention, to alert pedestrians and other road users of his presence. Pedestrians here are expected to get out of the way of any vehicle travelling on these roads, this is not an easy task as there is often no footpath besides the sandy road itself. So early in the morning the driver is tooting all about the neighbourhood at all the local as they scurry out of his way, I think he really enjoys this task as he sometimes swerves non-existent obstacles. The way the driver deals with traffic is also unbelievable, there doesn't seem to be any give way rules in Tanzania, but surprisingly as of yet I have not seen any crashes. When our bus comes to a busy intersection the driver just drives out in front of traffic enthusiastically using his horn hoping I guess that others will stop or slow down, I have seen many interesting gestures directed towards our vehicle which leads me to believe that this is not common courtesy, however he is efficient and we always tend to arrive on time. With a bus full of children ud think he'd take it easy, but no, not our driver that's not his style, strangely though I always feel safe and feel a crash is unlikely. The only problem with this form of transport has been the fact that it weaves through so many streets without names that look so similar that by the time we reach our destination I have no idea where in the world we are, so I am forced to take this bus until I become direction savvy. The country side that I get to experience on the trip is great, it gives you a feel for a third world capital. We stop at some very plush houses including the deputy Attorney Generals, which are nothing like the squalor of some neighbourhoods.

Today I began my seminars with the soon to be rugby coach, it took all my power to bring my explanations back to the basics, what is a scrum, lineout ruck, mall etc... I'm trying not to overload the poor man so I'm easing him into it. I brought pictures of New Zealand over to the school and they have become a real hit with the teachers, most of whom believed our beloved country was a part of that semi/marginal continent of Aussy. The Maori people and their culture really strike a chord with the locals here as many of the concepts can be seen in their own traditions and history.

It rained from about lunch time onward today, I tell you the whether here is extreme, if it decides to rain, it really decides to rain, but if it wants to be hot you'll also know all about it, I actually think their sky gods have a few attention issues. One of the great things about rain is that it turns alot of the roads into rivers, so as if the morning dilemmas on the bus weren't enough, try adding lots of water to the mix, conclusion=getting stuck. Yep, we pushed that bus out of the mud three times today and I expect that we will be doing it again before the end of term. It is hilarious, me and the Swahili driver are the only ones old enough to give direction to this procedure and yet we cannot understand each other for the life of us... ah the beauty of communication barriers...

28th of November

I really want to try and describe some of the people I have meet so far, they are all very unique and some of them are quite influential characters with bright futures, each has brought a different aspect to my experience here in Tanzania.
Aiesec, the organisation I am travelling via, is a student run organisation and it's contingent here in Tanzania is huge, students see it as a way of connecting with the world and promoting the country they love so dearly. All the students that I live with are involved with Aiesec in one way or another, whether they are doing an internship or helping to organise and promote exchanges, most are hardworking busy people with good principles and beliefs.

Mariam is the local president of Aiesec she studies archeology and marketing and aspires to do her masters in business. She is the kind of person that puts everyone before herself tirelessly working to ensure Aiesec is running smoothly, that the flat is well organised (often seen with mop or broom in hand), that her studies are up to date and that interns like myself are managing to survive. She is a responsible young woman, very interesting to talk to and has a great sense of the way things are. I am very into the whole archaeological history of Tanzania so I often force Mariam to give me lectures on Olduvai gorge, the rift valley and other note worthy areas. She is my first point of call for any problems or support, the living here is hard and the culture shock can be quite daunting without the right people around you. Mariam keeps her hair in braids and it is really a sight to see when see takes these out, talk about afro! Ahh the way woman keep their hair over here is crazy: braids that are bunched to look like a fur hat, hair cuts that disappeared for us in the 60's and afro's that would make worthy pillows.

One of the funniest people here that I have met is Shoobi, we have become really good friends, he acts the clown alot! the way he puts things is often priceless and his timing is superb, his father is a professor and he was educated in England so he has no lack of smarts, he already has started a company with his a number of his friends. My adventures with shoobi could fill a book, he has taken me to places, introduced me to people and put me in situations that are just hilarious. He is definately one of the local charmers and makes this talent of his felt and let me tell you he regularly enjoys a drink. He is often seen with a large foolish grin and keeps his hair cropped close which enhances his facial expressions, the size of his strangely large head in proportion to his skinny body is a sight unto itself.
The people here are much more open about sex and I don't really know how to put it without saying loose, even more so when they are drunk! I have meet a number of sticky situations which I have diplomatically avoided.
I am friends with three foreigners all from differing countries who have bought a level of sanity to my time here. Jim, Nina and Kate have all been staying here for over 5 months so are well acquainted with the place and people and their dynamics together is entertaining.

Jim is American, he is from the state of Michigan. People often say that Jim is a black man in a white mans body and I would tend to agree. He has immersed himself so completely in the local culture that I'm not sure I could picture him leaving, he has a Tanzanian girlfriend and can't stop talking about African woman. Jim has light blond/orange hair that is really, really curly he has grown it relatively long now and keeps it tied in a neat pony tail, sometimes when his hair does emerge it is like growth in the middle of the jungle.... all over the place. Jim is great, very relaxed and laid back, staying professional at the same time, he has a consultancy business and manages all aspects of it he is getting paid great money from alot of foreign embassies for the work and seminars that he is running and at the young age of 24 has powerful contacts amoung diplomats and is making quite the name for himself...
Nina is a Chinese finance student, and is still adapting to a culture that has been tough for her, although she is helped by her luxurious working environment at the bank and is relocating soon to what I am told is one of the more nicer parts of Tanzania. She is quite a girly girl in the Chinese sense so is not used to the hardships of Africa, for her staying here as long as she has has been a struggle, yet she is very outgoing, friendly and hugs everyone alot. Nina should only be described as fun, she keen to go anywhere do anything at any time, its great.

Kate is polish and like Jim is at home in Africa. She speaks Swahili well and has a good sense of direction. Kate reminds me of a Russian cold war operative or female spy, she is pretty, smart and definately has a bossy side, but her only problem is she doesn't have a cold heart and is soft on the inside. Kate is a flirt and enjoys it alot, again like Jim she is attracted to the locals and can often be found hanging off the arm of the larger local rugby players, but with Kate they don't get it there own way as she loves that hard to get game.
Benja is another local Tanzanian Aiesec member, but he seems to operate on a higher level, he is quietly spoken and is working toward his 'vision' of Africa. He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, is on the ball with topics of conversation and he is the national president of Aiesec, just quietly I think his goals are very high for the future, as i think they should be.

Last but by no means least is Lawrence, he is Ugandan so is not as fluent in Swahili, but he also has been here a while now. Lawrence strives to become an entrepreneur, he wants to start a motivational business motivating the youth of Africa. Lawrence has worked for the banks and financial industries, the government involved in economic research and is currently a researcher at the commerce school. He developed his idea when involved with the govt believing that he has an insight into what makes people tick, he wants others to reach their full potential.
There are so many others to write about!!!! Conversation here is broad and to a high level, every topic comes up and everyone is involved, most people are from different places in life so this mixing bowl is a great opportunity for all of us...