There is a low tide today along the Maputo shoreline. Two miles offshore, four stripped down rusted freighters are waiting their turn to come into port. Along the hillside, just down from where I'm staying, are out of place luxury homes. They have satellite dishes and over-sized gates with sleepy guards keeping watch. They all seem quiet with nothing happening. Everyone is inside maybe.
Right next to these homes are ones that aren't quite so nice. These pictures show what I mean. Standing in the middle of Julius Nyerere Ave if you turn left you see a beautiful white house. Right across the street is another story. This scene repeats itself all over this part of town. Some of the nicer homes house Government people. Beth from Texas who's husband works for the CDC verifying proper fund usage for HIV live in the white one. Large companies and rich people own others. (According to my local sources). Where does this money come from to afford such beautiful places in one of the poorest parts of the world you ask? As my good friend Dr. Yancey says, "It's unclear".
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