Hungry in Hungary 

Hungary still insists on detaining migrants passing through the country cramming them in air-conditioned shipping containers arranged in a barbed wired enclosure. 

The migrants though are really upset and have been protesting. Then someone thought of the smart idea of a hunger strike. 

Hunger in Hungary. 

It’s ended now though. 

I wonder how it was for some with mobile phones who went on social media at the time  with the post “Hunger strike still on” and somebody comments “where?” 

What the hell is wrong with a container with bathroom facility, air-conditioning? Isn’t that more comfort than they’re used to? Or for some, what they’re expecting in the promised land? 

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Diamond studded pastor 

So a pastor of a small time church (I think it’s small time cos how else will Pastor get all the free time to go diamond mining?) oh am I wrong? He didn’t actually find it, his Labourers  did? Oh OK. My bad. 

Where was I? Oh yeah, in Sierra Leone a pastor found (his Labourers actually) one of the biggest diamonds in the world! Some 700 karat stone! 

It’s locked away in the central bank at the moment, cooling off. Pastor too, not in the bank, his home, going through maps and resort brochures. 

What’s this all about? 
I’m just wondering if he’ll remain a pastor. 

How close?

How close must I be for one to understand that I need them near? I’ve just been thinking that for a while now.
I can’t help but paint this lewd description, it should help to express my thoughts (and showcase my Hermann Hesse side):

Under the orange sky, by the mango tree with purple leaves, hand in hand,

two new lovers stand, watching the sunset fall on their shoulders as they say their third and probably last goodbyes for that day. He steps forward, even closer than he had earlier mustered courage to. He waits, hoping for her to do same. To him, it was the ultimate test. If she does not love him back she’d remain aloof. If she does she’ll move in to close the gap. She did love him, but she stood there, rooted in that spot.

Now, in the above scenario, both are in each other’s warm ambience, there and then both are safe and happy. Until.

I really should write some love story.

Anyway, I was just thinking if this world has so many people trying to draw close to their supreme being especially in this time of total ethno-religous and socio-economic madness, you’d wonder why the being doesn’t draw close to them. Let’s exclude all the hoards of hypocritics, focus on the ones who’ve got the faith thing going, the ones who earnestly seek comfort from above. How is it that comfort seldom comes? How is it that the “lover of our soul” stands afar of? So I asked my Christian buddy that and he recommended I read the following verse:

James 4:8 it says “Draw close to God, and he will draw close to you.”

And I was like, how close is this close that is required? Cos the overwhelming majority seems to have it that they’re on their own. That they’ve waited for long enough. That this lover doesn’t love enough. Most times it seems that they are now thinking straight. She probably was never there to begin with.

Or was she? It’s mighty hard to tell. The silence, the inaction of someone who loves you so well.

Ridiculous!

The world is full of ridiculousness. Ironically, I was watching the show Ridiculousness, laughing and getting stunned, at the sheer number of totally ridiculous things people engage in whether for fame, fun or to make a statement. Totally ridiculous!
Then came the end. And with the credits came this ad by a bank that I probably expected would know better.

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So it’s about savings. How does saving to buy a car sound? To me,  ridiculous. Except maybe for ease of movement which I doubt is the usual reason these days.
But here’s what really ticked me off. That after they said to save for what matters the first of three things on their list was a car. A car! The first thing!
In this times of car pooling, of air pollution and traffic. Of less money for car maintainance. Yet another car! And from a hard earned, painstakingly saved up cash?

I’m probably going crazy over something that’s totally normal and even expected, but I think it’s nuts.

Ridiculous!

Whatda?!

Y’all have seen Malcolm X, right? Not to worry, this isn’t about racial inequality and such. Thing is, I’m only just seeing the movie Malcolm X. That 1992 film starring Denzel Washington, Angela Bassett, and directed by Spike Lee. That one.
I had to pause the movie to type this. You see, I’m at the party or club, or whatever this is scene where everyone is going crazy as they dance. If you haven’t seen it yet then picture a typical black American church here. Crazy! And then some; The women are swinging over the men, undergarments and all in the open, men are jumping on women, slides, cartwheels, faces were in contact with crotches, and some holy ghost type frenzy on display. All in the name of dance. Did they really dance like that? I mean the the folks of those times.
I was watching and all I could say, on many occasions, was “Whatda?!”

I have seen videos of this type of dance. But those were not as crazy.

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That’s not superman and Dart Vader. Those black people in America were crazier than the black people in black Africa. I know that for certain. Heck, I am a black person in Africa.

Time…

I stumbled on this piece  by a friend, Henrietta Obinyan, and thought heck, a must share!
Henrietta has the best afro in Italy!
OK enough…
Read the piece.

Time
The importance we place on time differs in different societies.
The picture always look like everyone is busy with their time, but busy is relative.
One’s concept of busy is different from another.
A dream reminded me of various encounters, mostly in Nigeria…
Time is useless in Nigeria.
Everyone may look busy, but more often than not, they are busy taking their time.
Lagos looks very busy…busy wasting your time.
No one expects anyone to be on time. Everyone excepts the other to respect their time.
A public transporter will tell a passenger “I’m not going to that place, it’s too far” but will wait an hour to get a different passenger going where he wanted.
Board a faulty taxi, other passengers will talk you into being patient with the driver.
In Nigeria, no one can rely on an arrangement without taking into consideration, time factor. But, hear…
Time is constant everywhere, people are the disruptive elements.
Managing time properly is wealth.
Then, health.

See, what did I tell you? Her afro is awesome!

Time…

I stumbled on this piece  by a friend, Henrietta Obinyan, and thought heck, a must share!
Henrietta has the best afro in Italy!
OK enough…
Read the piece.

Time
The importance we place on time differs in different societies.
The picture always look like everyone is busy with their time, but busy is relative.
One’s concept of busy is different from another.
A dream reminded me of various encounters, mostly in Nigeria…
Time is useless in Nigeria.
Everyone may look busy, but more often than not, they are busy taking their time.
Lagos looks very busy…busy wasting your time.
No one expects anyone to be on time. Everyone excepts the other to respect their time.
A public transporter will tell a passenger “I’m not going to that place, it’s too far” but will wait an hour to get a different passenger going where he wanted.
Board a faulty taxi, other passengers will talk you into being patient with the driver.
In Nigeria, no one can rely on an arrangement without taking into consideration, time factor. But, hear…
Time is constant everywhere, people are the disruptive elements.
Managing time properly is wealth.
Then, health.

See, what did I tell you? Her afro is awesome!