NO FEAR OF THE EVIL EYE: The Religion of Envy

East of the Serengeti, there is a town called Moshi. It lies at the southern base of Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, the former German then British territory of Tanganyika. Some 50 miles away from Moshi is the town of Arusha, the traditional starting point for an East Africa safari (Swahili for journey) to such places as Manyara, Ngorongoro, and the Serengeti plain.
The way Africans get from Moshi to Arusha is by mini-bus or small van. The driver races madly round and round the town's central square beeping his horn and yelling, "Arusha! Arusha!" Only when it is physically impossible for there to be one more human body squeezed into his vehicle will he depart.
Such circumstances require you to establish a friendly relation with the person next to you, who is virtually sitting in your lap. On this particular occasion, I found myself next to a young fellow who spoke quite good English (Britain was mandated German East Africa by the League of Nations after World War I, and administered it until independence in 1962).
He was clearly intelligent and well-educated. Our conversation went like this (with his words in italics).











