Paranoia

For Willy, this last travel phase of Africa had unfortunately imposed a recent cloud of paranoia raining down on his mind wherever we walk. It seemed most of the people we meet were either trying to hard-sell us something, or making innocuous remarks that could be construed as incendiary to elicit some response. Advice from the hotel staff at Dar Es Salaam to never trust anyone on the street who claims to know you entrenched firmly.

Our typical response was simply to ignore and continue with a brisk walk. But the paranoia compounds. Simply put, I don’t trust anyone on the street anymore, verging on anticipating a robbery anytime a stranger approaches us. Hardly a healthy perspective to travel with. Like the young chap yesterday who had strike up a conversation with us on the street and seemed genuinely curious and friendly, until he started asking for our mobile numbers. A warning on phone charge fraud buzzed loudly in my mind immediately.

Frankly, I detest this inherent built-up of paranoia. Whatever happened to the meeting of minds between strangers? Or getting to know the locals’ stories and perspectives? Yet all that filled my mind was the image of these two Asians sticking out like sore thumbs among the Africans, holding a neon “Rob Me!” advertisement sign. It’s a disgusting perspective since I’m demonizing people who are just out to sell something and make a decent living. Yet it’s this inevitable hazard of being tourists in this part of the world, vastly different if we happen to be working as locals. A certain degree of common-sense caution still needs to be maintained at all times, but wisdom and discernment is currently elusive, preventing me from fully embracing Africa.