Yup it is. My mums from Tanzania and over there, it seems everyone is in a better mood then over here in the UK. generally speaking, the poor door beat themselves and want everyone to feel sorry for them. They have their pride and they live happy unlike over here where you have a lot of poor saving up to buy their next line of crack and the weekends supply of good dope. One thing they forgot to mention which I seen in Tanzania and possibly would only be seen in the smaller towns and villages. I was about 8 years old when i 1st went to Tanzania. The village where we lived, Korogwe, had a ginat square field with houses set all around it and was surrounded by mountains all around and waterfalls as well as rovers running around the outskirts of the village turning into to small shallow rivers branching off into the village.
Behind our house was a huge market where all the buses would come and stop for food and refurbishments. One day whilst playing outside our house I heard a huge crowd making a noise and when i looked back, I seen a man running for his life. He ran through the alley way between our house and the neighbors, straight into the big square field where the locals were playing a game of football (bare foot since they couldn't afford trainers) with a home made football (they couldn't afford to buy a football). behind this man was a huge crowd of people (about 20-30), that chased after him shouting things in Swahili. I was 8 years old and the whole thing fascinated me. It could have been a large game of Tick Tick as far as I knew, so I joined in with the crowd and ran after him.
The man had just got about 1/4 his way into the field when the footballers heard what was being shouted and stopped. Within a minute of me joining this bizarre event I realised it wasn't Tick Tick but the locals were chasing a criminal. Very soon he was surrounded with no where to go. The locals were holding stones in their hands and it was not long before they stoned him to death.
I got back home and I asked my mom and her parents why they stoned him to death. Where I come from (Britain), criminals get arrested, not killed. My granddad explained, crime was low where they lived. One of the reasons for this was criminals being made examples out off. I didn't quiet understand until i went to visit them again when i was 4 years older. Walking through the streets, through the markets, around the village and going to visit peoples houses; everything was left open. Anyone could walk in and rob the house to its foundation, anyone could rob the stalls and run off with snacks and fruits being sold, but no one did. These people don't have much to live on. They don't save up for the finer things in life like many of us do, whether it's buying; the latest console, latest phone, a new designer shirt, a new car etc. They work to buy their daily bread and milk. That is enough to keep them happy. Considering they don't have much in their lives worthy of taking other then the pride they wear, stealing from them (mostly it would mean stealing from the poor) would be breaking the trust as well as taking advantage of their generosity.
Although I still do not agree with the man being stoned to death (I am not sure what crime he had committed), I can see where they are coming from.
