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Implementing African National

Climate Change Policies

Esbern Friis-Hansen

If economic marginalization is reinforced by the manner in which climate finance is utilized, and if social and cultural exclusion is not addressed by the manner in which access to public service, resources and assets is addressed through local government, then meeting the challenge of climate change would be continued “to be difficult”.

(Webster, 2015, p.4)

From Climate Change Policy to Action

Climate change adaptation poses a new challenge for governance in Africa and is surrounded by considerable ambiguity. Policies addressing climate change adaptation have only recently emerged, driven by an international narrative, and are not widely understood or accepted by all stakeholders. This chapter aims to identify the drivers behind climate change policies, the intentions for their implementation, and the balance between national and subnational administrative levels with regard to control over finance, decision making and action.

Fools and Folly in Erasmus and Porter

Jewel Spears Brooker

In the articulation of her literary ancestry, Katherine Anne Porter created a place of honor for Erasmus, and in her personal canon, she made room at the top for The Praise of Folly. She told her nephew that she had been formed by Erasmus "from her tenth year" (Letters 415). In 1932, she was reading him in Basel, and on June 19, 1941, she signed a contract with Doubleday to write his biography. After the publication of Ship of Fools, she reiterated her admiration, hinting that her representation of folly was inspired by his. Porter was drawn to Erasmus in large part because of his moral imagination. Both were keen observers of human nature and both considered folly to be endemic in the human condition. But they present strikingly different concepts of folly. For Erasmus, folly is foolishness, and although it is the butt of his satire, he generally finds it amusing. For Porter, on the other hand, folly is innate wickedness. When writing of ordinary human life in The Praise of Folly, he is tolerant and urbane; in contrast, in Ship of Fools, she is harsh and scornful. Unlike Porter, Erasmus actually likes his fools, and far more than she, he identifies with them in their folly.

CURLY Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?

Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,—

But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,

And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream.

Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?

The throb of my heart is in every line,

And the pulse of a passion as airy and glad

In its musical beat as the little Prince had!

Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine!—

O I’ll dapple thy hands with these kisses of mine

Till the pink of the nail of each finger shall be

As a little pet blush in full blossom for me.

But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,

And thou shalt have fabric as fair as a dream,—

The red of my veins, and the white of my love,

And the gold of my joy for the braiding thereof.

And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream

From a service of silver, with jewels agleam,—

At thy feet will I bide, at thy beck will I rise,

IT was just a very

Merry fairy dream!—

All the woods were airy

With the gloom and gleam;

Crickets in the clover

Clattered clear and strong,

And the bees droned over

Their old honey-song.

In the mossy passes,

Saucy grasshoppers

Leapt about the grasses

And the thistle-burs;

And the whispered chuckle

Of the katydid

Shoot the honeysuckle

Blossoms where he hid.

Through the breezy mazes

Of the lazy June,

Drowsy with the hazes,

Of the dreamy noon,

Little Pixy people

Winged above the walk,

Pouring from the steeple

Of a mullein-stalk.

One—a gallant fellow—

Evidently King,—

Wore a plume of yellow

In a jewelled ring

On a pansy bonnet,

Gold and white and blue,

With the dew still on it,

And the fragrance, too.

One—a dainty lady,—

Evidently Queen,—

Wore a gown of shady

Moonshine and green,

WHEN little Dickie Swope’s a man,

He’s go’ to be a Sailor;

An’ little Hamey Tincher, he’s

A-go’ to be a Tailor:

Bud Mitchell, he’s a-go’ to be

A stylish Carriage-Maker;

An’ when I grow a grea’-big man,

I’m go’ to be a Baker!

An’ Dick’ll buy his sailor-suit

O’ Hame; and Hame’ll take it

An’ buy as fine a double-rigg

As ever Bud can make it:

An’ nen all three’ll drive roun’ fer me

An’ we’ll drive off togevver,

A-slingin’ pie-crust ’long the road

Ferever an’ ferever!