Saturday, 21 May 2016


Dear Reader,

                                                                              Camels in the Sahara

Camels have been in the news this week because camel milk is increasingly being recognized by the Food and Agriculture Organization for its health benefits.  Since the drought in Kenya is killing so many cattle, in an effort to commercialize camel milk and make it widely accessible to consumers, a small group of women in the town of Isiolo have got together and formed a co-operative.  As a consequence they can now send their milk to Eastleigh, the Somali enclave in Nairobi, where camel milk sells at more than three times the price of cow's milk, and they appear to be doing very well.  It is believed, too, that camel milk can make your skin feel silky, leading several small business owners to create their own beauty products using it.   Camel milk is now a growing industry with great potential to thrive, and although it is supposed to be delicious in a cup of tea, I think I will stick to dairy milk in my PG Tips.



The woman thought when she left
the office building would explode,
blood from her willing heart
would drip from the ceiling,
pieces of her goodwill,
her ready smile,
possibly her arms and legs,
would drop into waste bins,
flow out of filing cabinets,
strew the carpet with bits of herself.
The atmosphere would be dank
with tears for the loss of her.
She knew her worth.

In the spring, Sandra met her.
Karen, from Accounts,
now has her job, she said.
She is brilliant, everyone loves her.

The woman walked away,
mantled in her goodness,
surprised at what poor judgements
people make.


Very best wishes, Patricia

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So sad and true,the sentiment in this poem. We all believe we're indispensable. It's worth remembering sometimes - we're not. xx