Three Men On a Boat

There is a common convenience that is incumbent with human behaviour that I find most amusing. A young man I had not seen in almost five years suddenly reappeared and in the course of the question I asked him what was new in his life and without preparation gave me this awkward answer: Nothing.

How?

How does a young man or woman for that matter of supposed able body live through 1826 days and not have any changes to talk about? Easy, it seems. Because in his opinion the facts are boring and the reality not mischievous enough. Ergo he has achieved nothing.

But that has nothing to do with the missing boat but more to do with why the boat may be perceived to be missing when everyone knows that there possibly was no boat to start with. You see for there to be something to be stolen there must be a form of attachment and in this instance when everything depends on vehicles more than anything else, we wonder whether what we think so important is that important after all. In other words is the boat relative to what we think is pivotal at that time.

I remember a time when fact was more important than opinion. It was incumbent upon newspapers and things of that nature to report accurately and not so much their take on the situation. That having been said even my existence has now become a matter of dispute as it is based on opinion more than anything else.

I subscribe to a school of thought that demands clarity and train of thought that is consistent. And the thing that remains constant is indisputable fact. However that in itself is subject to debate so where does that leave us. Nowhere and like the boat drifting somewhere into the distance.

Just as well, the boat was stolen by the crew on it... And the young man to whom nothing happens in life isn't on it!

Labels: stolen boat and destiny

so the two are still at each other,one a very ambitious black man, the other a defiant white woman.They continue to play the political fandango with much ado,one trying to outwit the other,both believe they have a right to be the commander-in-chief,don't be alarmed it is common amongst their kind to be calling each other names and slinging mud like six year old in a school yard they are not the first nor the last to behave in this barbaric fashion these two are only but a fraction of a species which i call the homo politicus- A unique human species which is able to argue over nothing and build castles in the sky without an inkling of shame. yet personally i now think this little performance should stop at a certain point before they both start looking ridiculous to those that take them seriously.

Personally i just think trying to choose one between the two is like choosing apples from apples they are both politicians after all.But let me not stop you from loosing your voice while you root for someone who sees you as pawns in his game of chess .. go on
i never was too keen on being ruler of any part of this earth, my endeavors are more direct in nature with immediate material outcomes i never was into this hide and seek way of doing things besides as far as I'm concerned the earth belongs to the devil and those that rule it are the devils little babies therefore my contribution to the world order is at an arms length least i taint my hands with the muddy stains of lies, deceit and more lies that all comes with wanting to lead people.
Yet i must commend all politicians for their efforts i find it rather entertaining just as i would a cock fight.Like the prize cock some have really mastered their trade and horned in their skills to perfection and in this instance one leader of a certain African state comes to mind who has outdone his opponents for a while now,it seems his competitors just sit back and watch how he while checkmates them.i hope after reading this you too will see the light and realise that to them its just but a game of deceit just like how their daddy plays it.

Now before i start a debate of whats wrong or right or who did what to who let me just remind you that if you are at all emotional then politics is not your cup of tea or a sunday afternoon spring walk,politics is a game for men...and at times woman(who i shall just refer to as men anyway for their guts) who have large egos and bloated perceptions of their worth to this universe,and to them its a game of all about who the last man standing is.
some would say oh but so and so really cares about his community and wants to see a change ...indeed but people like that never become politician because they are too busy taking care of the real business on the ground and as a result they usually die poor and quickly sink into oblivion.
politician are the breed that realise the latter unfortunate circumstance and because they are not faint hearted and are willing to jump into the mud head on an take on anyone or anything in their way to fulfill selfish ambitions.
most of the time it all becomes a question of outdoing your enemy becoming the better man the one who has the last word or the one who has to eat his own words.That is the truth and sadly most people (the general populace that is) just don't get it. so because of my moral obligation i will spell it out to you.....
LISTEN that politician doesn't care about YOU he does not give a horseshoe what happens to you or your offsprings,hes just feeding his family and ego at your expense you better start looking around and smell the coffee or you will dye a very bitter and sad person for stealing your own children's future from them by having faith in other people,get up and go work do something to feed your five babies or something.

Labels: chart your own destiny

It is not so common cause sometimes that the consciousness of freedom is not really connected to the demonstration of one's ability to maintain it.

I give the example most times of a man who sets the highest standard for the women he wants to to be with, at least from an aesthetic point of view but does nothing to improve himself so as to attract and at least give the impression that he can maintain such a woman.

You see, as an addendum to that analogy, one would then also speak of what has been done by many men to get her where she has come to, the amount of work that has been put in to refining her and that when she decides to almost settle for the next man, he must be an upgrade from the last she had on whatever level. Of course this does not factor in the minor matter of the sort of people we are inclined to attract and what we do with them, and of course why we seem to be involved in the same sort of failing relationships.

But this is not piece of social engineering and I am not going to suddenly go on some lecture about attracting the right person for you because the reality of the situation is that good advice is very rarely well-received.

As it turns out though the prospect of freedom is more daunting than most people would like to maintain it is. Think of civil liberties as a guage and try to spring from the depths of ineptitude what you would call the ideal place.

You see what I shall term freedom is the thing that you would defend with your body. In essence it is the thing that if you had your life and you didn't have it, then you would be as good as dead. Before that you have not craved for it; it has not consumed you and quite frankly you can do without it. The only thing that would be a by-product of such a set of circumstances is you being a little unhappy, inconvenienced at worst.

Jimi Hendrix who of course had a penchant for kissing the sky did say I d0n't live today, it's such a shame to waste your time like this.

One man spends his life chasing a dream he has been told to believe in, then all of a sudden it is gone. I would say it is shame but then the zealots would call it blasphemy. But that is like being asked to watch the sunrise when you have no eyes...

Today, Zimbabwe celebrates the 28th anniversary of the handover of the country from white minority British rule. Things are different and the same. The revolution still goes on.

The reality on the ground when you deal with matters of that nature of course is very different from that which is delivered from Bush House in London or any such derivative of a driven western media house. I am not about to preach a gospel against the west because in reality, it is an exercise in futility but all I can point to is what i deem the relative will of the people.

To illustrate there was a time when as a young boy I would be censured by one of my parents and would be required not make a contribution to the discussion as a sign of consent. Anything to the contrary would be met with an unilateral exercise in the collision of my cheek with an open hand attached to the aggrieved. The repeated dogma of acceptance carried itself through most of my generation and was translated to behaviour in the public domain. You see, as long as my mother or father knew they could get away with saying something without it being challenged, it translated into my accepting their will even where there was a distinct departure in our ideologies. Only a systematic regeneration of my individuality that is traced back to one particular moment involving an opinion that I held true at that time which they refused to accommodate gave birth to the emancipation with restitution.

Such is the same with the people of Zimbabwe. The will of the people rests in the incumbent as long as they allow him. Unless there is an open defiance against the system then it is acceptable to them even if begrudgingly. The only thing is the person making the most noise is one who peddles an agenda that does not accept the other's view.

That having been said there is much to celebrate in the Zimbabwe we see today. Sure the economy is just about as relevant as Hillary Clinton's recanting the Reverend Jeremiah Wright or at least her version of the Bosnian incident but there is a relative liberty that has existed that was not there before independence. That young men and women collectively and individually decided to take arms to fight for liberty should not be scoffed at. They had no rights, no access. In short they had nothing. It is they who must be celebrated on this hour.

About the ballot box, well when we have cleaned out the lice we will figure out what happened there...

Respect to Aimé Fernand David Césaire who passed away at the age of 94 yesterday. A brilliant poet and activist his work with the Negritude movement helped mould conscious thought in the 20th Century. A life lived indeed, the torch has now been passed on

Labels: independence

In a life where context is never relevant for most people and summary judgments are made on the basis of sound bites that are played over and over again, it seems antagonistic for any real thought process to seek its fruition by dealing with the reliability of fact.

There was a time when I sat before many people who had what some may call random calls with respect to my person but it never really was an issue that would interest anyone else except sadistic punch-drunk nurses in Darfur unless you though that the Zoe's Ark lot were not guilty of the subversion.

Last night the bites went on and on about how Gordon Brown thinks that Zimbabwe should do this or the other. I had a laugh of course because this is the same chap that the lot in Zimbabwe think to be so insignificant. He will really condemn until his face goes to blue and bright summer pink and it will not change anything in the grand context of things. As for Comrade Thabo, he towed the party line and said there was no crisis in Zimbabwe. Of course this is true depending on which side of the table you are sitting, if there is a table to talk about in the first place.

So then it came to me, in a moment of madness, inspired by the bravery of a distinct experience that took its place when I was about five. The intimacy of that moment of course has been tempered by the massaging of the prejudice of history but it caused me to see the world very differently.

Of course when pursued to the letter it is deemed as being defacing many causes but ignoring the issues is tantamount to the derogation of duty. Mind you Hillary, my dearly beloved Hillary, who continues to take pot shots at good ol' Obama on any issue except the ones that matter has made her case for attempting to hold the love of the people at ransom. Although depending on which side of that infamous table you are found again...

in the reclusive recess that is my silent mind lurks an insatiable question... would i dread its failure to avail itself? what then becomes of my whence-perchance-probably-possibly- all synonyms akin to those words... of course i'm negating to mention that i'm leaning on "tomorrow's failure to pitch" to test anticipations patience. if tomorrow was suddenly unavailable- became scarce or maybe, just maybe in this newly fashioned warming globe found only on the black market... what a price to be fetched ha? if one could hold the world at ransom by withholding the promise of the next day... is that power to be wielded maliciously to effectuate it? if you asked a man of genuine authority he would probably without shame wantonly prostitute her- tomorrow- to turn a profit since yes power would corrupt a man to pimp the secret promise she- tomorrow- unlocks. could i be such kindred to power? are my feet precise enough to slip into that shoe without getting unsightly corns? insatiabilis- my dreadful horror- my question- my named recluse... if tomorrow died a conscious death what would be my eulogy?

Labels: prostitute her- tomorrow

When I was by conservative estimates significantly younger than I am now I was led to believe all manner of things for the sake of my supposed safety. It was all mired in the unknown woven in the cloak and dagger of superstition. This state was allowed to continue until I was old enough to decide that indeed my own mother had lied to me. Of course, in spite of these having defined the very person that we become we are often very forgiven of those who chose to guide us by by blindfolding us to the realities of the world.

Now before I am mistaken for Marshall Mathers, it must be noted without any equivocation that I am not by any stretch of the imagination taken to the school of thought that heralds hatred of one's own mother. No, that is too taxing a vocation to be engaged in and put together with my often taking pot shots at Hillary Rodham Clinton, it might have me classified as a misogynist. Now that should scare a few people save for me but it hardly makes for good reading does it?

But I digress, because my grave concerns have nothing to do with my mother lying to me. It has to do with what we cling to when we think the world is about to fall apart. The security that lies in the familiar things.

It becomes like a stray bullet that caught in some tree somewhere when it was aimed at the heart of villain. When someone discovers it later, they will not know the story and they will manufacture the thing that creates the security that is best for them. it has nothing to do with the original sin and is almost like an interpretation that is born within the bosom of metaphysical speculation.

What am I saying? Someone, somewhere just cocked a gun and dared me to say it. While I have a lot more spine than SADC when dealing with the honourable old man of Zimbabwe whose name is too sacred to say, I choose to coat my words with my usual spread of satire. But maybe not.

How much of who we are is systematic and how much is accidental? In short are we really in control or does Dr Phil and his ilk have that much of a hold over us. Children these days children are brought up by www.bring-your-child-up-our=way-so-that-he/she/it-doesnt-become-a-child-molester-terrorist-etc.com.
It is almost ridiculous when you think about it. Each expert says their way is the right one and mothers who are becoming younger and less married by the day are desperate for this dosage of supposed help.

Alas... maybe my mother lying to me was a lot healthier. Now about that bullet...

Labels: programmed

People stand in the middle of nowhere sometimes and they accept it as the supposed indifference to their own existence. At times that can be accommodated and explained away but at most times we are pitching in the dark and hoping to get lucky.

Now if this boat were country it would probably never have elections, it would have a self-styled dictatorship with a small caucus reserving the right to determine or undermine the futures of many and of course rewarding quite richly the surrogates.

You see this thing called democracy I would have to say is a bit overrated and is still as ambiguous as science's definition of walking. The masses think that their little opinion is of some worth in the sovereign state of the haves and have-nots. Of course they are plied with a daily dosage of supposed aspirations to the dream, that you can really be anything that you want to be. Occasionally the haves will give one of the have-nots a break and possibilities pop up all over the place. It is stupid.

Think of it this way. We have no elections. We assume that the masses support us - because why wouldn't they - and then all they have to worry about is whether a text message got through, what Britney Spears did today or whether it's an iPod or iBod depending on which part of China you are living in. I mean off the boat they worry about human rights, the right to protest, freedom of speech and all that other bull excrement. What is so important that you need to say that could potentially get you killed?

Of course there is a story doing the rounds that without democracy, then certain liberties would not have been possible. That is however akin to saying that if a certain Hillary Clinton... I will let her be today. I doubt Schalk Burger would have too much fun beating up Steve Urkel. Maybe the first time just for the sake of it but after that, it would be like asking a nymphomaniac to play hard to get... The ballot's swollen but whose votes are in there?

Labels: swollen ballot

these are the technological advancement mankind had granted himself ..forget the fact that as a people we are becoming more and more divided and relationships more and more dysfunctional at least we still had instant communication.

to communicate or not to communicate was not were i had my misforgivings i was more concerned with where our civilisation was fast trodding to.... all the forwarding deleting and replying, MMS SMS TXT has resulted in the promulgation of a totally new single universal language.... the language of the tomorrow..... friends i shudder to think what the year 2050 holds for us i honestly think that is when the world comes to a screeching stop. People seem to have so much to say but are just now too busy to say it properly so saying great somewhere along the line became GR8 in the year 2050 we will all speak this language where "ttyl gtg bb idk w bt b4 8pm" will replace what used to be "talk to you later i have to go i will be back, i don't know when but before eight o'clock PM"

David Lloyd George once said that there was nothing so fatal to character as half finished tasks. Of course as is the norm all statesmen are the masters of half-finished tasks and they call it being a visionary. They start something which will be borne by future generations.

That said it is not only they who are often guilty of this rather embarrassing misnomer and then put it down to some sort of cause or the other that makes us pout our lips and sing praises to something or the other.

Of course there isn't as much a rush for this line of thought as there is a call for a boycott by the hypocrites of the west who want to dodge the opening ceremony of the Olympics. Look, if you are George, err Bush, then let's face it, if you decided to give the Beijing fan fare a miss, then you don't really have to deal with it because you are not up for election. Let Obama or McCain deal with it come January. Oh... there is that woman Hillary who doesn't seem to amaze with the number of gaffes she is mounting. She might still get elected even if all the superdelegates go to Obama. She will just go the way of some southern African country and call for a re-run of the whole process.

But I digress because this is not about the egos of men and women who spend their lives fantasising about the grandeur of having a hold over the others by having themselves installed into positions of higher office. This is to do with the everyday person who leaves a loan for his kids that they will spent half their adult life paying for; those who leave sins that others have to pay for and for women, the men who leave the toilet seats up.

Of course the fatality is never proportional. I am told of the story of a man who was killed for a half eaten apple...

Labels: half-finished

so in addition to stripping them of their predatory instincts (the one thing that matters the most to their kind) and leaving them with no clue what prey or hunting is' America is now forcing mans oldest friend to walk down that same sad perilous gastronomic path which they have walked.

There are a lot of obese dogs walking around in America waddling along next to their fat overweight pathetic masters. At this rate in the year 2050 dogs (if we will still call them that )will just be GMO stuffed slobs of lard which just sit around waiting to be fed and for impending death caused by the repercussion of their eating habits.In the year 2050 it will be hard to tell who the child or the pet is because all the dogs fur would have fallen away from eating over processed food, and their jaw line would have adjusted to resemble the human jaw line because they will have no use or such a jaw line and no use for their great sense of smell ,both will be slouching on the couch with remote control in one hand and pumpkin pie in another.In the year 2050 all dogs will now walk on two feet just like their famous cousin FAITH the dog.

i don't own a dog myself i think they are just too much effort you cant have women and a dog in your life both demand huge amounts of effort , to be honest i think its a toss between the two and i wouldn't want the women in my life to suffer neglect because of a canine but my concerns are real surely before i die i need to leave an indelible mark, a legacy something my off springs will be proud of.
i feel i need to do something significant before i die like to stop imminent doom for the only other species we are so close to not even our other family members the chimpanzees are this close to us so because of my high moral obligation that bears heavy on me i have decided to be the voice of the voiceless.
I'm sending a letter of concern to Hillary who by the way i believe should be in the white house ( what man wouldn't want her to win after all the things she has done for us she stood right by her man and showed all her sister's how a woman should behave by forgiving one of our brothers when temptation came his way she forgave him for what other women would have been quick to label as high treason you know who I'm talking about those "I'm a real woman" "i used to be married but i anint gota man now" those gay rights activists who have make believe sex and imagine they are with this imaginary handsome Adonis when in fact they are with a woman .

unlike my other friend who paddles this boat with me who seems not to realise the positive precedence she has set for preserving our manhood who does not see the hard work she put in, the foundation is set one day we wont be asked where or who we were with ... unlike him
i think all men of the world owe it to Hillary so for me shes my man.
Besides she seems to know and seems interested in all the health care stuff so when she is president she can include health care insurance for dogs in her health care policy seeing that i will be asked to give her advise because of my genius for bringing this serious issue to the fore i will also advise her to also impose a $10 000 fine on all states to any master who does not watch their dogs weight or for not taking the dog to the gym or for not buying the dog food or subscribing for a dog diet all of which Hillary, Bill and chelsea and i will franchise serious offenders in and around the crime prone Martin Luther King Boulevard in Jersey City may face 50 to life if found guilty for breaking this law and so life will go on normally in the land of the free.

Labels: teaching a dog new tricks

When you think you have heard of the last of the idiots there always seems to be one who has made it he's sole quest in life to out do his predecessors.Some things never seem to cease to amaze like that fool who of late has been the talk of all American TV and radio and news papers, i don't know what his name is,because i don't know his name and quite frankly i don't wish to remember it i will just call him George.

So the story goes George is pregnant he's been pregnant for a while now and he's is expecting a baby, no she's expecting a baby... no shes pregnant and hes expecting a baby.Hes a she or shes a he, look at him/her which ever way you like but either way these are the kind of people that make liberal gun laws seem all too justified.

Labels: Infinitus est numerus stultorum

Placed in a continuum where one makes decisions based on irreconcilable transactions there is a tendency in human beings to create fantasies based on the other side of reality. Some call it religion and others escapology.

You see the common fallacy in mainstream society is that when we live on the precipice of ideals it makes us more acceptable - that if we believe that pies in the sky tinged with the inebriated overflow of social infidelity- it makes us as credible as Hillary Clinton's account of the Bosnian affair.

Of course I do not have an answer that would cause mismanaged violence against my person - look at what a cartoon did in Europe the other day - but what if we all are in this space where we are thinking within boxes so multi-layered that our reality is never what it is. I just heard someone cock their gun there and somewhere in the land of those who spit on heathens, a bird just fell out of the sky. Of course the opium as Karl Marx calls it is good because it helps us manage the masses doesn't it?

What is the scenario? Your guess is no good and mine is useless. We're like an oddball couple which has no option but to make it work... Ubtil of course there exists an option. But that is dementia in the bloodstream... I think my pinky might just fall off tonight...

Labels: bloodstream dementia in life

it is important to communicate isn't it? in whatever fashion of course, permissible at that, to be accurate. so thats what social dynamics dictate, thats what makes the girl next door feel secure because she can't really handle misinterpretations and the consequential embarrassment manifested in assumptions. but has the pecking order fashioned it that way? does it follow that if the g-n-d realizes life is not a stepford wife baked birthday cake- you don't always need to fetch the cake knife, you don't need to not lick your fingers because 'they' are watching and courtesy claims precedence- then wisdom is relegated to forwardness? simply put which flow does 'first' take? what ebb does 'first' assume?
i let a woman take the lead today... initiative encouraged... she put in a lot of courage but the harder she tried to be the brave one the less of a brave face she could hold- so lay in the tragedy- her best mate "comes to the rescue" but she doesn't communicate that. she makes the fatal assumption... i seen me the pecking order in that instant. from a stranger i was thrust a rung above the best mate. i in my minimal wisdom and infinite curiosity asked the simple question, " does this mean you..." point is i felt the only way to rescue a memorable experience was verbalize. i had the urge to communicate.
girl next door decided to get the cake knife after that episode... tragic when society and the pecking order connive in that manner...

Labels: old fashioned pecking order

Has there been a moment in your life where the questions you asked were not the ones that were most important to you. It's almost stupid at times. I ask the things I don't want to know. A bloke asking a girl out will ask a negative question which gives an option to face up to her fears. I mean if a relationship does not induce fear, a girl just isn't interested. She has to feel that she is safe in her insecurity. The proverbial knight in shining armour comes and sweeps her off her feet doesn't he?

It is almost like discontinuing your own existence because it brings you a thrill, like a gambler gets from the self-pity that comes from losing. Are we as humans then as optimistic as Dr Phil tries to make us believe by convincing us that we are basket cases? Of course there are a few real tragic comedies out there that commonly mistake themselves for human experience but in reality you and I are just people with cold feet caught in some sort of continuum where the options are as rabid as change.

They say things will never be the same in the place of change in a generation but truth really does dictate that we will come full circle one day to the same moment where the little things are not so little. It is just that as the law of conservation of evil has it, we no longer worry about poverty but crime and pollution.

Labels: not so little