The Nahmias Cipher Report

Yesterday we posted a piece which lauded a potential life saving break-through in the development of a HIV vaccination which could save millions of lives. Today, this news is tempered by a recent announcement by PlusNews a Global HIV/AIDS news and analysis publication which reports that HIV infection rates are on the increase among the intravenous drug user (IDU) populations of many African countries.

Health officials in Tanzania are worried about rising HIV-prevalence levels among IDUs, who often use a dangerous cash-saving technique known as “flash blood”, in which a user injects heroin or another illegal drug, and then draws a syringe full of blood for a second user to inject.

Red earth broken and fresh, different strata peaking forth. Dry on top more dusty brown than red, crowned by tufts of tenacious life. Low and sparse, prickly yet fascinating, it draws the eyes repeatedly to a sky that mirrors back an atmosphere of evening dusk.

In Tanzania and Nigeria where I grew up, “everyone is an artist because art in Africa is not a commercial enterprise but is part of life itself.” This is true of all the disciplines, sculpture, art, and music; however, unlike sculpture and art, music is immediately accessible. Whether the vocalist sings in Xhosa, Portuguese or French the listener comprehends the essence of these songs. Music is the lyre of our souls and though there are many great voices that hail from all parts of the Diaspora, for me these matriarchs of Africa have created a lasting legacy capable of transporting us from the ennui of our daily existence to the coasts of Cape Verde, the sensuality of Cuba, the heart of a South African township, or to the vaulted halls and stages of Paris, France.

Cattle for wives. The plight of a daughter when an expat goes rogue.