AFRICAN BLIZZARD
Maseru, Lesotho, Southern Africa.
My son Jackson and I arrived here in a snow storm. It soon became a raging blizzard. Inches of snow, accidents all over the place, for most people here (they all belong to a tribe called Basotho) have never seen snow, much less know how to drive in it.
An African blizzard may seem a joke, but that southern Africa is suffering through one of its coldest winters isn't. (Remember that it's winter now below the Equator.)
It's just another one of the blizzard of problems that a place like Lesotho (luh-soo-too) is enduring, none of which is a laughing matter. In fact, There's no way around it, for Lesotho's fate is baked in the demographic cake. Lesotho is doomed. The real African Blizzard is going to sweep it away.
What a tragedy - for it had such a heroic start in the 19th century...
