Word: africanizing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...accident, can he go to court and sue for injuries? Only a few years ago, the answer would have been no. Now, in many courts around the world, the answer would be a highly qualified yes. Writing in the Michigan Law Review, Dr. David A. Gordon, a South African lawyer, notes that the law in most Western nations is finally beginning to recognize the rights of the unborn plaintiff...
...mile East African Safari, it helps if a driver knows his zoology. Cows confronted by cars act plain stupid: they have to be bumpered off the road. Sheep and goats scatter at the first toot. Elephants are cops, happily waving on traffic with their trunks. Rhinos just charge. Gazelles, zebras and wildebeests are timorous but hardheaded: if a car gets between them and their water hole, adieu auto! As for the little creatures-like 150-lb. wart hogs-a driver can only keep his fingers crossed. "They're impossible to see until you hit them," explained TIME Stringer Henry...
...cotton soil that turns to treacle at the first trace of rain. A worse, all-weather hazard comes in the form of mud or rock walls dumped across roads by enterprising tribesmen, who live all year on the fees they earn for removing them. "In Kenya," says one old African hand, "Harambee is a national motto. It means 'Let's all push together.' The trouble is that half the blighters are pushing the car while the other half are pushing up the price...
...Safari churned to a close, faint clanking noises were still heard from 16 cars-some from Europeans desperately attempting repairs. They shouldn't have bothered. In twelve years, no non-African has ever won, and the record may forever be intact. Last week's winners came close to denting it: two Sikh brothers named Joginder and Jaswant Singh, in their secondhand Swedish Volvo with 50,000 miles on the odometer. Of course, they have lived all their lives in Nairobi. When they coasted cozily home, the swinging Singhs were hoisted onto the roof of their car and paraded...
...LEGSON KAYIRA!" As the loudspeaker boomed his name, the African village boy, awkward in his new shoes and suit, stopped short and stared wonderingly into the crowd at New York's International Airport. "CALLING MR. LEGSON KAYIRA!" the disembodied voice repeated. The boy took a deep breath and, as other travelers gaped in astonishment, he bellowed at the top of his voice, "i AM HERE...