Word: petrol
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...World Cup match here on Feb. 13, some mischievous opponents of President Robert Mugabe have an idea for a practical joke. They know most Zimbabweans, unlike South Africans, have never cared for the sport. And in these tough times, people are too busy playing other games - Spot the Shortest Petrol Queue, Pretend You're a Ruling Party Member to Get Food - to pay attention to this one. But there may be a way to get everyone out to the cricket ground. "We might spread a rumor that there's going to be free food," says one local wag. "Then...
...sigh of relief and smiled approvingly at its peaceful marchers, a frustrated Times vacillates schizophrenically between two stories—impending violence and summer of love—never quite integrating the narratives. The fact of Florence is that its eye-liner wielding peaceniks were wielding cobble-stones and petrol-bombs in Genoa. Since Genoa, they have shaken Italy’s government with two general strikes and the continuing occupation of factories by some 70,000 “redundant” Fiat workers. Yet in Florence they took to the streets with bands and banners, dancing along...
...wanted to get a larger piece of the Iraqi petrol pie, we would simply sit down with Saddam Hussein and ask him. He wants to sell it,” said Brian C. Grech ’03, president of the Harvard Republican Club...
...time became just another ugly, lost cause. Its leader, Eugene Terre'-Blanche, a choleric, bible-punching farmer, distinguished himself by falling off his horse during an AWB parade. In 2000 Terre'-Blanche managed to ride his horse to court to serve six months in prison for assaulting a black petrol-station attendant. In the same year he was sentenced to six years imprisonment, later reduced to four, for the 1996 beating of a black farm worker that left the man paralyzed. Though still virulently racist, the AWB has mostly become a beer-drinking club for Afrikaners who still want...
...Njeri, 45, sells vegetables outside the gas station on the Nairobi street where I live. Every morning she collects a few tomatoes, onions or beans from her tiny plot and spends the rest of the day selling what she can to passers-by and people who stop for petrol. Margins are small: Hannah makes just a few dollars a day, which she uses to help put her children through school. She would like to own her own greengrocery, but capital is a problem...