The day Singapore became as safe as down town Kampala on a bad hair day

This should be common sense. But it appears for some inexplicable reason to be very uncommon. So let me try to explain this in baby lingo – it goes something like this, what happens when a group of foreigners inhabit a locale to such an extent where they even overwhelm the natives numerically?

Would it be reasonable to assume under those conditions, the social cultural attributes of that locale will be transformed to such an extent – where even if there was such a thing as a ‘Singaporean way’ (To be quite frank, I don’t even know what that means. And I suspect no one knows either) that idea would be the last thing in the minds of those who did what they did.

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‘Just a few days I proposed the idea that Singapore is just as safe as any other city or hamlet in Africa. My point is safety is really at best a state of mind and no more…at best, it’s chimeric, at worst, it lulls us all into a false sense of confidence.

Hardly had I finished penning this entry – many readers were quite outrage by that assertion.

Well today, I guess reality bites…We live in interesting times.”