“The world that is coming is your world, you know how to tread in the mud without getting your feet dirty. They must wear the shoes of falsehood and the socks of betrayal. The truth is this: you should leave... You are a good fruit on a rotten tree. You are the groundnut in a sack full of rats. They’ll gobble you up before you can cause them any discomfort. The problem is the pasture where your colleagues graze. You don’t know how the pasture is made: it has to be cut, not in order to kill it, but so that it will grow all the stronger. We pity you because you’re a foolish man. By this, I mean you are a good man. You were pulled out of the pool where the toads were, and you jumped into the one where the crocodiles live.”

Excerpt from “Under the Frangipani” by Mia Couto.

As most of you can gather from reading Moving To Africa dot Com, (M2A) our experiences thus far in Mozambique are not quite the norm for most new arrivals. (I mean I don't want to offend anyone... we feel they're unique, because they're ours). But here’s another installment just to prove that uniqueness.

Brief run-down of the things that set us apart:

1. Found a place to live within one week.
2. Had a visitor after being here just 3 weeks.
3. Haven’t taken a shappa… and hope we don’t have to.
4. Met the President of the Republic!
5. Oh yeah, all that and I we have a giant kickass website that allows us to brag to more people at one time.

Our new apartment is one-part battleship, one-part living quarters and one-part whistling teakettle.

All aboard?

Just because we are in Africa doesn't mean we can't employ the use of standard marketing tactics... that's buzz-word speak for, WE GOT A NEW LOGO!

We also have a few new users to welcome to the community. And as always; Thanks4playing, thanks for your participation and thanks for you support!.

We do more before 6am than all of our blog readers combined!

Sure it’s only because of the 7-hour time difference… but we don’t have to advertise that… we just do. Because we here at MovingToAFRICA.com (M2A) (yeah there’s only 2 of us, you gotta a problem with that?) pride ourselves on being brutally honest, slightly humorous and disgracefully tactless. Luckily our egos got lost in Jo-Burg… I mean here in Mozambique, we speak like children and act like infants. “Can we have a bed now?”

The producers of such poorly read entries as Let the blogging Begin, Our Taste Buds Take a Trip and How to Buy a Cell Phone in Maputo are now poised to lunch a new blockbuster blog-entry, entitled… Moving Up In Maputo.

C’mon Weezy, we’re moving on up… but the elevator ain’t workin.

Ok ok, so Maputo isn’t all fun & fungus, ya know! We’ve been trying to spare you all the mundane problems of trying to get work (trabahlo) done here… but a few, just a few of you seem to have taken note (and perhaps offense) that all we write about is las festas e bebedao. And… well you’re right. But we are here for a reason and though Jamy doesn’t like to talk (or write) about it much, you just have to take our word that we are getting lots accomplished.