The Mara has long been the image of Africa. It is hauntingly beautiful, wild and largely untamed land with vast, open plains that roll on for hundreds of square miles. I was struck when I first came here by the way the Maasai seem to glide across each blade of grass, their feet barely touching the ground.
Instead of the constant critiquing and debating (and, ahem, blog posting), shouldn't we all be a little embarrassed that this movie is so popular? The movie posters boast that it is a "global phenomenon", and, based on the volume of discussion, media coverage and blatant outrage that this movie has sparked, I am starting to actually believe this to be true.
Without love our empathy always falls short, and without full-bodied empathy we cannot act in true selflessness, consequently, we will not fix the deep seated issues we face as a species. It makes sense that unless we reclaim love from its hegemonic interpretations, in order to love ourselves, to love others and to love planet, our work for social change will always be burdened.
I hope that your heart-shaped selection box doesn't give you the runs. I hope that this weekend you and your loved one collaborate on a magnum opus of love poetry that would put literary greats like John Keats and Mick Hucknall to shame. But, really, don't you think it's time we stopped enabling Valentine's Day?
V-Day for women is all about one-upmanship: "I see your hot air balloon ride and I raise you a hundred red roses!" Unless your proposal was sung to you by a large Disney flashmob atop a mountain at sunrise, you've essentially lost at Valentine's Day. That £200 Pandora necklace is just not going to cut it, my friend. Better luck next year.
Many people are justifiably cynical of Valentine's Day and regard it as a marketing ploy by retailers to shift stocks of over-priced cards, chocolates and flowers. And let's not forget those who would dearly love to shower their special someone with gifts or treats but have no spare money for extra presents.