One stunt I would have really fancied to perform this Xmas season is to enter and glide in the air with a Hot Air Balloon. The quintessential and singular reason for this, is to demystify my phobia for height and the Hot Air Balloon serves appropriately right for this, because it is open and you are seeing the earth, trees, high rise buildings, sky scrapers as the Shard from the Hot Air Balloon .So in that way you come to terms with the physical reality that your fear from an exposed height has to end right there and then or you commit a Vanity suicide.
Let me bring it a bit more to you as a person. Can I give you as a reader the simple task of a desired stunt? to try prove and demystify for yourself and be totally free for eternity purposes. Perhaps peeps as single beings has a diverse and different aspiring stunts they desire to achieve for themselves. I can perceive that some people have political stunts to do. For instance prove to their electorate that they can deliver an electoral promise of Doughnut when they themselves are the Doughnut. So they end-up showing their faces of Doughnut but with a differential speaking voice. They promise to possibly change the face of the political landscape in their territorial domain.
Some students think that when they gain University admission, which is obviously a great achievement, that the sky will fall...James Bonding their ludicrious mindset. In short if you are in that category this Xmas celeb period is the time to refocus what you think you need to do, in order to refocus on graduating with honours per excellence. There are also individuals who feel that buying a certain car on credit will make fellow local residents fall on their feet and bow to such personal stunt. I say to such, get a car that will spin more capital finance to your pocket. Get rid of the devious pride,its no good.
Having said that, whats your resolution for 2014? Enhanced robust relationships with the human race or a guzzler of friends with benefit, ...Have an awesome Xmas!
Meeeeeeeeeeee. Kings!!!!
Wednesday, 18 December 2013
Thursday, 28 November 2013
The ELECTRIC ViBe BLOG 29
Lots of peeps overtime have a presumption that they as an individual are witty and can therefore take witty jokes of all sorts .But in daily supplifications we can frankly find out that many aren't who they say they are in such premise.I hardly write or say things both online or in real deals that cannot be substantiated by factual accounts. This is our discourse today and be welcome to my blog 29 after several hours break from my usual weekly post, for that I tender an unreserved apologies to my global readership loyalties!
Quite a lot of people cannot recognise the eccentric joker in a friendship .Am practically talking of all sorts of relationship now, be it marital, social friends viz pop dudes/ladies, fellowship geeks in regular professional circles/meetings, adult male & female platonic friendship. Many but a few hearts can recognise a fella who is essentially an eccentric joke maker. Lets simply think of the meaning of an eccentric joker- its nothing but someone who is unconventional, slightly different from the normal everyday next door guy. The eccentric joker is a just fella, who simply jokes a slightly different both in tune and even in laughter. Basically his toast of joke could be very complex and diverse.
I am thinking while drafting this, that if an adults or beings joke and tease and do the same lines of discussion conversations each time on daily basis I actually feel that we will all be living in nothing but a parallel universe that is boring and stiff. Perhaps the only activity will be the political, capital talks and social greed of a few previledge people. Ok I can sense in the air right now that some people are offended with this paragraph, because what I have just said can't be taken as a mere electric vibe. Anyway lets be reminded that no matter what the dictates of our days are, we need the free medication of a good laugh as plenty as possible.
Well, doing dinner last evening with virtually my evening dress. haha I am a man, check the old English name for the long tail dinner suit. Anyway my mind went on browsing spree of yester years. I remember growing up in sunny and superfluous Africa. The quintessential continent that birth the first Man and Woman and further witnessed the birth of todays civilization experiences; but which sadly is the laughing stock of all other continents in todays idea of modern civility and demo-crazy! Hope you are very angry with what I just said? Ok let me explain it plainly-democracy is virtually the demonstration of craze. Hope you got it now, it plainly means that, because we can all see that it is as if equality cannot be attained for all men as prescribed by democracy. Well you may now be asking yourself what is the point of democracy? Well, funny enough it is still the best of baddies. Please be optimistic.
Right, back to the mind browsing, I thought about how stupid and crazy many of us were before the mobile phone invention and total dependence. Back in the day one maybe a grad or post-grad and jobless, no car, no lover, mere living like an empty box. So what happens.....I am saying that as a youngster of about 22 yrs you can be home all day and after fully-bored to the teeth and bone; you may suddenly stagger out of the room and embark on a 4 mile journey to your buddies house. Without first calling or mere informing him that you are coming for a meaningless chat to avert your soliloquized daily routine. The other madness is that while you are trekking down or doing the mileage you may run into one or two other neighbours or acquittances on the way, these people wont even talk you out of embarking on such vain exercise, instead they will say good bye and hope to see you later.
What!! 4 miles I told you and you are saying see you later??? Frankly with hindsight now,i thought that was more than the Olympics combined: China-b & London '12 on a regular basis. Weired and really futile exercise we used to do.Some kinda''muscular invasion''.
To be continued....
Cheers to all you out there!
Kings.
Quite a lot of people cannot recognise the eccentric joker in a friendship .Am practically talking of all sorts of relationship now, be it marital, social friends viz pop dudes/ladies, fellowship geeks in regular professional circles/meetings, adult male & female platonic friendship. Many but a few hearts can recognise a fella who is essentially an eccentric joke maker. Lets simply think of the meaning of an eccentric joker- its nothing but someone who is unconventional, slightly different from the normal everyday next door guy. The eccentric joker is a just fella, who simply jokes a slightly different both in tune and even in laughter. Basically his toast of joke could be very complex and diverse.
I am thinking while drafting this, that if an adults or beings joke and tease and do the same lines of discussion conversations each time on daily basis I actually feel that we will all be living in nothing but a parallel universe that is boring and stiff. Perhaps the only activity will be the political, capital talks and social greed of a few previledge people. Ok I can sense in the air right now that some people are offended with this paragraph, because what I have just said can't be taken as a mere electric vibe. Anyway lets be reminded that no matter what the dictates of our days are, we need the free medication of a good laugh as plenty as possible.
Well, doing dinner last evening with virtually my evening dress. haha I am a man, check the old English name for the long tail dinner suit. Anyway my mind went on browsing spree of yester years. I remember growing up in sunny and superfluous Africa. The quintessential continent that birth the first Man and Woman and further witnessed the birth of todays civilization experiences; but which sadly is the laughing stock of all other continents in todays idea of modern civility and demo-crazy! Hope you are very angry with what I just said? Ok let me explain it plainly-democracy is virtually the demonstration of craze. Hope you got it now, it plainly means that, because we can all see that it is as if equality cannot be attained for all men as prescribed by democracy. Well you may now be asking yourself what is the point of democracy? Well, funny enough it is still the best of baddies. Please be optimistic.
Right, back to the mind browsing, I thought about how stupid and crazy many of us were before the mobile phone invention and total dependence. Back in the day one maybe a grad or post-grad and jobless, no car, no lover, mere living like an empty box. So what happens.....I am saying that as a youngster of about 22 yrs you can be home all day and after fully-bored to the teeth and bone; you may suddenly stagger out of the room and embark on a 4 mile journey to your buddies house. Without first calling or mere informing him that you are coming for a meaningless chat to avert your soliloquized daily routine. The other madness is that while you are trekking down or doing the mileage you may run into one or two other neighbours or acquittances on the way, these people wont even talk you out of embarking on such vain exercise, instead they will say good bye and hope to see you later.
What!! 4 miles I told you and you are saying see you later??? Frankly with hindsight now,i thought that was more than the Olympics combined: China-b & London '12 on a regular basis. Weired and really futile exercise we used to do.Some kinda''muscular invasion''.
To be continued....
Cheers to all you out there!
Kings.
Thursday, 21 November 2013
Am Not KIDDing, Am I?: The Nigerian: A Word Of Mouth Political Self Destr...
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Monday, 30 September 2013
Buddies 5: East African't...BLOG 27
With all humility and am not being funny, i ain't necessarily a closest sort of guy to this buddy. There is a greatness about his person, which has to do with a kind heart , frankly I know one when I see such person. But his world is a bit in shambles because he is not ready to leave his old habits. Once in a while when we are together, you may be prompted to ask what binds us together? He's a real funny dude .He simply amazes me with ludicrous mentality.
Today, he is complaining about his teenage son, who apparently is a full time college student. Like most parents, he desires the best for his son, but he cannot understand why the 17 yrs old do not comply to common sense. Fact is Mr East Africana is not living an examplenary lifestyle to his son. How on earth can a father who drives home late every blessed day ( I remember my mama those days using often the phrase ''every blessed day'') at 1-2 am, drunk and staggering, desiring that his son should get home at least 7 p.m each day even while dad is stuffed up in a Pop in north lond., clearly he the Dad does the opposite?
As a mentor back in the day, it was easy for me to see that the Teen was a good lad in character. The lad frankly wanted a bit of inspiring leadership from his father. Mr African't
enjoys to re-affirm to his son that he 'll do a punch with him some day if he doesn't change his attitude. That's strange, isn't?
Firstly, the lad is gradually just finding out his identity in a mixed messaging conduct and culture of how to be an African as well as being British. Even these concepts are difficult to sort out by mature men and women who migrated here more than a triple decades ago. Not to speak of having a British African't dad which is as unstable as the British weather conditions, but desires a full-on impeccable decency from a 17 yr old son facing peer pressure and cross cultural conflict. Cross cultural CAT-a-strophy, cross cultural casualties. I beg to say , I don't get it !
Today, he is complaining about his teenage son, who apparently is a full time college student. Like most parents, he desires the best for his son, but he cannot understand why the 17 yrs old do not comply to common sense. Fact is Mr East Africana is not living an examplenary lifestyle to his son. How on earth can a father who drives home late every blessed day ( I remember my mama those days using often the phrase ''every blessed day'') at 1-2 am, drunk and staggering, desiring that his son should get home at least 7 p.m each day even while dad is stuffed up in a Pop in north lond., clearly he the Dad does the opposite?
As a mentor back in the day, it was easy for me to see that the Teen was a good lad in character. The lad frankly wanted a bit of inspiring leadership from his father. Mr African't
enjoys to re-affirm to his son that he 'll do a punch with him some day if he doesn't change his attitude. That's strange, isn't?
Firstly, the lad is gradually just finding out his identity in a mixed messaging conduct and culture of how to be an African as well as being British. Even these concepts are difficult to sort out by mature men and women who migrated here more than a triple decades ago. Not to speak of having a British African't dad which is as unstable as the British weather conditions, but desires a full-on impeccable decency from a 17 yr old son facing peer pressure and cross cultural conflict. Cross cultural CAT-a-strophy, cross cultural casualties. I beg to say , I don't get it !
Saturday, 14 September 2013
Buddies 4:Eastend Africana.BLOG 26
East African't and I met at the big day of his son. East African't as i 've decided to call him, because his morals and values are not necessarily African. He is living in his own self styled, constructed bubble, which apparently is ludicrous.
Due to the fact that he has drank himself to stupor and unknowingly started chatting up a strange lady. His wife decided to drive home with the kids as he has refused to come to his senses and go home.
As at the time his Mrs called to report him, i was home as i don't do much of late night. Bemused and gutted, his wife wondered who 'll pick him. He was virtually deserted to be on his own. How was he going home, no one bothered to care.
Well the East African't finally hired a black cab to do the journey for him. Suddenly, his wife heard him re-emphasising to the cabbie that he has paid the cabbie man, to which the cabbie claims as untrue. The docile looking Mrs is out now in the nearby residential car park allotted to them. As soon as she noticed her hubby, she shook her head in disappointment; back slammed the door and tucked herself in-bed with duvet cover. Jeez, he is at the door, his door keys absent in his pocket. Finally, the door was opened by his wife and she throws the bank card at him.
Consequently, she hissed at him! continuing her pretty sleep with a jet speedo sound.
Due to the fact that he has drank himself to stupor and unknowingly started chatting up a strange lady. His wife decided to drive home with the kids as he has refused to come to his senses and go home.
As at the time his Mrs called to report him, i was home as i don't do much of late night. Bemused and gutted, his wife wondered who 'll pick him. He was virtually deserted to be on his own. How was he going home, no one bothered to care.
Well the East African't finally hired a black cab to do the journey for him. Suddenly, his wife heard him re-emphasising to the cabbie that he has paid the cabbie man, to which the cabbie claims as untrue. The docile looking Mrs is out now in the nearby residential car park allotted to them. As soon as she noticed her hubby, she shook her head in disappointment; back slammed the door and tucked herself in-bed with duvet cover. Jeez, he is at the door, his door keys absent in his pocket. Finally, the door was opened by his wife and she throws the bank card at him.
Consequently, she hissed at him! continuing her pretty sleep with a jet speedo sound.
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
The World Isn't Complex,People Are.BLOG 25
Certain individuals tend to relate and deal with you based on their idealogical perceptions, understanding and spontaneous conclusions on you.More often than not they get it wrong, totally.Such peeps tend to do things and act according to how they navigate you with the crucible of their minds.Note here that their own mindset is already a crucible, now they raise the temperature of the crucible mind and together come up with a sum total of who they want and think that you are as a person.It is worse when they know that you as an assessed person is a man of faith, an ever forgiving personality.Equiped with this factual reality, they simply resolve and long to continually do wrong propositions to you the vulnerable here.If it hurts they don't care an inch.
I do conspicuously remember this lovely Uncle of mine,who has since passed onto greater glory; who was fond of saying that if anybody does evil act aginst him with a view to apologising, that he(my Uncle) will also quickly do evil attitude against the offender and smartly apologise too.Laughing! Perhaps it worked for him back in the day.Honestly I am pretty sure that I don't believe in that school of thought, well maybe that is why this present generation has gone talibanic in attitude and manners.
I as an individual has come to a posit in life whereby I don't give a monkeys about anyone who lack grace in their being.They are free to resolve whatever they deem fit to resolve about my personality.What in the world do I care about such peeps, who get their 'effect' without a resultant, knowing fully well that the normal stream of lifes event is suppose to be resultant effect or better still causative effect, but they choose to do it their own way e.g Frank Sinatra's I' d it my way.Well, in all humility I am a class act in the real world, online and landline if you don't mind all the lines whatever, laughs!
Each person in this globe has gotto be themselves.You 've gotto be you. I am me.We as individual humans has to be ourselves like the gorgeous craft from the Almighty creator of all creations.Why should I be someone else, least you.And why would anyone in their insanity desire me to be them? The God of all creations is the God of order and not and 'll never be the author of confusion.Anyone maybe uptight with their trivialities uphead, but that is their world and not mine. Friends, we got to be simple , the path of simplicity is honourable, just, realistic, sweet, joyous, peaceful and has a predestined delivery.
I 've learnt both in the hard way et al to make myself proactive in my thoughts.I won't do any thinking for another adult and clearly I expect same.The world is full of distractions and self contracted distractors, but I cannot give into that.It's absolutely imperactive to know that the devil 'll rather prefer to use people who are most closer to you, whether in the past or present.That's the reason you should useyourheadot.com at all times.People have to learn how not to trade with other peoples life stories.You are only privy to know bits of it, just ponder how you 'll be act if you were to know all the vibes about someone,nuts?
Can we just say that if you abuse the priviledge of the know by trading, well that's definitely your calamity James.(Ha,ha, any English premiership fan in the house?).You 'll get yours without surviving, its called the law of nature.Fact speaking, I recall a couple of years ago, when Telesales was envouge and I wanted to install some Sat Tv device in my house, there was this squeaky vocal and over-ambitious young man who for no justifiable reasons said to me that I cannot turn down the deal offer, why? I anxiously asked, he said because even though I 've not paper signatured it, but I 've verbally made a commitment and deal with him.
Trust me, I literally jumped, summersaulted on my end of the phone and told him with the most thunderous voice, that where in the world is such a law existing? As a elite I dismantled him like an aircrash with words, I even went into legal citations and he quickly beckoned; and invited to the phone his Area manager.Who consequently started an immediate apology, blaming youthful exuberance as the demon.This is the attribute of certain individual lone species who trade priviledge positions of trust.
Do not trade the life events or eventualities of peoples stories, the reason been that, it is the real life's intellectual property of the owners.It should not be shared, traded or voiced by any means possible, because if you do, you are obviously privatising the personal business of others.Moreso , you are grossly violating their lifes spaces.It is not funny and shouldn't be.Everyone on the earth's surface has a life story and history.People are wise enough to pretend and act as if they don't know yours but the truth is, it's just all about self respect and not wanting to juxtapose your personal spaces.We live in a free world of Wifi and Tweeters, word of mouth, cell phone.Violating priviledge story lines is not a form of democracy or ingredients of a free glo-society.
You as a spreader and shredder have got worse lines too about your own decaying life, condescending is another matter altogether.To be forewarned is to be forearmed.Always be reminded that if anyone is so keen about other peoples vibes, it is all about hearing from the horses mouth or delete it from your gabbage loaded head.Too much information can cause explosives in the head, especially the unnecessary info's.Deleting is an option of responsibility.Be responsible not to cause an imaginary California wild fire.There are quite a number of young men and women across the racial classifications who are currently undergoing mid-life crisis because they 've got dementia due to 24/7 hours of deliberating on other peoples life stories.To be demented is medically not a genetic inheritance for Afro-Carribs except the very aged ones. Though am not a medical doctor.
I stand to be corrected for the above, but I 've been blessed to do allied courses as a multi pro., and in this case as a scientist .The quest as I would normally ask is this: Are we really surprised ? if a young person has gone lunae due to other peeps private vibrations? isn't that demented levels? Demented about other peeps untrue stories and celebrating their temporary challenges which obviously is part of the new age of adulthood.Its a life's process, a stage.I 've seen individuals blamed about everything, if he is confrontational(they blame him for doing so), if he is not (he/she is blamed too for that), if someone facing a challenge is a dialoguing person( he is said to be too Shakespearean as a fault).So when is the balance ever right? The gospel of Jesus Christ is a profound gospel for all round aspects of human needs, that's what we need to be spreading and not the personal gospel of mere mortals as us.
Have a great day.
Kings as always.
I do conspicuously remember this lovely Uncle of mine,who has since passed onto greater glory; who was fond of saying that if anybody does evil act aginst him with a view to apologising, that he(my Uncle) will also quickly do evil attitude against the offender and smartly apologise too.Laughing! Perhaps it worked for him back in the day.Honestly I am pretty sure that I don't believe in that school of thought, well maybe that is why this present generation has gone talibanic in attitude and manners.
I as an individual has come to a posit in life whereby I don't give a monkeys about anyone who lack grace in their being.They are free to resolve whatever they deem fit to resolve about my personality.What in the world do I care about such peeps, who get their 'effect' without a resultant, knowing fully well that the normal stream of lifes event is suppose to be resultant effect or better still causative effect, but they choose to do it their own way e.g Frank Sinatra's I' d it my way.Well, in all humility I am a class act in the real world, online and landline if you don't mind all the lines whatever, laughs!
Each person in this globe has gotto be themselves.You 've gotto be you. I am me.We as individual humans has to be ourselves like the gorgeous craft from the Almighty creator of all creations.Why should I be someone else, least you.And why would anyone in their insanity desire me to be them? The God of all creations is the God of order and not and 'll never be the author of confusion.Anyone maybe uptight with their trivialities uphead, but that is their world and not mine. Friends, we got to be simple , the path of simplicity is honourable, just, realistic, sweet, joyous, peaceful and has a predestined delivery.
I 've learnt both in the hard way et al to make myself proactive in my thoughts.I won't do any thinking for another adult and clearly I expect same.The world is full of distractions and self contracted distractors, but I cannot give into that.It's absolutely imperactive to know that the devil 'll rather prefer to use people who are most closer to you, whether in the past or present.That's the reason you should useyourheadot.com at all times.People have to learn how not to trade with other peoples life stories.You are only privy to know bits of it, just ponder how you 'll be act if you were to know all the vibes about someone,nuts?
Can we just say that if you abuse the priviledge of the know by trading, well that's definitely your calamity James.(Ha,ha, any English premiership fan in the house?).You 'll get yours without surviving, its called the law of nature.Fact speaking, I recall a couple of years ago, when Telesales was envouge and I wanted to install some Sat Tv device in my house, there was this squeaky vocal and over-ambitious young man who for no justifiable reasons said to me that I cannot turn down the deal offer, why? I anxiously asked, he said because even though I 've not paper signatured it, but I 've verbally made a commitment and deal with him.
Trust me, I literally jumped, summersaulted on my end of the phone and told him with the most thunderous voice, that where in the world is such a law existing? As a elite I dismantled him like an aircrash with words, I even went into legal citations and he quickly beckoned; and invited to the phone his Area manager.Who consequently started an immediate apology, blaming youthful exuberance as the demon.This is the attribute of certain individual lone species who trade priviledge positions of trust.
Do not trade the life events or eventualities of peoples stories, the reason been that, it is the real life's intellectual property of the owners.It should not be shared, traded or voiced by any means possible, because if you do, you are obviously privatising the personal business of others.Moreso , you are grossly violating their lifes spaces.It is not funny and shouldn't be.Everyone on the earth's surface has a life story and history.People are wise enough to pretend and act as if they don't know yours but the truth is, it's just all about self respect and not wanting to juxtapose your personal spaces.We live in a free world of Wifi and Tweeters, word of mouth, cell phone.Violating priviledge story lines is not a form of democracy or ingredients of a free glo-society.
You as a spreader and shredder have got worse lines too about your own decaying life, condescending is another matter altogether.To be forewarned is to be forearmed.Always be reminded that if anyone is so keen about other peoples vibes, it is all about hearing from the horses mouth or delete it from your gabbage loaded head.Too much information can cause explosives in the head, especially the unnecessary info's.Deleting is an option of responsibility.Be responsible not to cause an imaginary California wild fire.There are quite a number of young men and women across the racial classifications who are currently undergoing mid-life crisis because they 've got dementia due to 24/7 hours of deliberating on other peoples life stories.To be demented is medically not a genetic inheritance for Afro-Carribs except the very aged ones. Though am not a medical doctor.
I stand to be corrected for the above, but I 've been blessed to do allied courses as a multi pro., and in this case as a scientist .The quest as I would normally ask is this: Are we really surprised ? if a young person has gone lunae due to other peeps private vibrations? isn't that demented levels? Demented about other peeps untrue stories and celebrating their temporary challenges which obviously is part of the new age of adulthood.Its a life's process, a stage.I 've seen individuals blamed about everything, if he is confrontational(they blame him for doing so), if he is not (he/she is blamed too for that), if someone facing a challenge is a dialoguing person( he is said to be too Shakespearean as a fault).So when is the balance ever right? The gospel of Jesus Christ is a profound gospel for all round aspects of human needs, that's what we need to be spreading and not the personal gospel of mere mortals as us.
Have a great day.
Kings as always.
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Ashamed Of The Gospel ?? BLOG 24
This is precisely an absolutely close piece from my heart.It's also imperative that you should know that I am a conviction Christian or Christ follower.I sincerely don't know about being a fanatical Christian, but what I think I know is that I make conscious effort to proclaim the truth about the God that I believe in and all His mighty work.So as a reader and known/unknown friend(I may never ever meet you in person).I 'll like you to enjoy this article today.It is an almost un-usual blogging.Enjoy the ride reading!
Firstly, I 'll like us to start with the scripture in Rom 1:16 ''I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes''. Why did I quote that scripture? I quoted it to let y'all know that I am am personally not ashamed of the gospel truth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.So no matter how jovial, peeps' person and socio-politico I am in many of my bloggings, I like to let peeps know that I love the gospel truth of Jesus Christ.The salvation part of the gospel of Jesus Christ is quoted in the book of Psalms as such joyous power that ENABLES us to fetch water out of the wells of salvation(put aptly as liberty).
Now, here is the deal of this blogging right now. I am going to be as simplistic and straight forward as the experience itself happened.I call it experience but if I don't want to be comically cheeky with y'all I 'll say it as it is: The Miraculous back to Life of Monic. Guys can I just say that I am taking the risk of blogging about this today without the prior knowledge of my Pastor. He does sometimes stumbles into reading my blog from Twitter as he is very much aware of the blog 'AmNotKiddingAmi?' But he may likely not want me to blog about this subject.Not quite sure how he considers it, subjective or objective.Apparently objective in nature in my view,as he also.I know that in as much as he doesn't like publicity, he also would prefer me not to give the names and places of our church.
The fundamental reason for the above is that our local Pastor doesn't believe in any form or practise of prosperity messaging.He is also very careful about miscontruling people into taking the glory of God.All the local Pastor believes as I humbly do also is that the name of God only should be praised and only God should all glory belong.But I am effectively risking sharing this experience with you guys because I want people to give their life to Jesus Christ, which I know as the gospel truth of God's life. I can understand that my local Pastor can stumble into this blog anytime, in as much as I do respect him, I 'll like to be a bit cheeky to share this with you all.Hopefully you 'll be blessed by the experience.
On sat. the 15th of Jun.2013,my local Pst who is a personal friend of mine was met to pick me up , but he couldn't and so re-arranged for someone to deputise for him.What happened? He was pruning the branches in a big tree that is in his cul-de-sac house, and as expected he was using a relatively new Ladder to do the climbing.The ladder itself crumbled on itself and broke into irreconcilable pieces.The question is, where is the climber? The docile Pastor fell so hard beyond believe on his forehead, left arm and rolled vigorously on the nearby concrete hard slabs in the garden.His wife wasn't at home and all his four elite brilliantly grown up children has over the recent years lived on their own.He had multiple , triple surgical stitches in a quarter of his facials , back, arm.God Almighty was definitely his rescue.Two Sundays running until just last Sunday, he wasn't able to do the pulpit calling job, that he loved so much with a passion.That gives you an insight about the gravity of the fall.
Right this is the main deal .Next day the 16th of June(sunday).I was sitting in the front middle roll as we normally do.I 've been a front roller since my first day of school in life, because I like to grab everything.Well same attitude I carry onto the church services.'Haha afterall I am not going to be asked to pay for the vintage posit, big boys don't and can't pay God, no way,ain't a cinema'.....kidding with a laugh.Anyways, service started , sharp 10 am; trust English people and time! Praise and worship song, exciting day, black people bouncing with their flamboyant Afro/ Carribean traditional clothings.White people donning with T- shirts and trousers.Other white guys even wearing combact short-knickers combined with mere flip-flops, as they can't be bothered to dress too much.Hmm! Sunshine is blasting inferno radiations, very un-usual for everyday England,'init'?
Now praise and worship song is over, next peeps are asked to do a hand shake, warm welcoming to both new and old folks, children asked to move down to the Creche and sunday school.Then the Pastor's wife( I won't mention her name, if you got that appetite sorry, I told y'all they abhor publicity of any sort; truly humble, simple, pragmatic everyday Christian folks).She told the congregation including me, that one of her daughter's friend just died, for no apparent diagnostic cause of death.She therefore re-emphasised that the congregational members of the church should endeavour to trust in God and ensure that they serve God in truth and in spirit, just as the church just did in worship.The reason according to her is because no one knows when the Lord is coming, may call anyone home, neither do anyone knows the Lord's second coming to earth.Well, everyone listened ardently.I in particular listen so attentively, because I like her ascent and she is my friend.Her simplistic delivery of the Word is fab, more so she works as an academia as my humble self, we connect mentally in lots of ways.
Then comes the stage, where the deputy for the resident Pastor was to deliver the most basic sermon for the day.The sermon was a bomb and as simple as submitting the entirety of ones life to Jesus Christ, the son of God Almighty.Simple ,basic sermon for an everyday Christian, adult, kids,new comers,repentant back sliders and those seeking a new heart from sin.Lovely, enjoyable sermon.Now, from nowhere, there was a massive bang blasting on the roof top, perhaps even, where the cross of Christ is structured beautifully on the state of the art, solidly constructed glass and brick architectural edifice.The cables on the hexagonal roof design bounced three times repeatedly.The deputising preacher in his usual calmness asked for 'peace be still'.Appealed for church members to be calm and stay on their sit as possible as they could.Seconds later, service continued as normal.Some mini-chested dudes,''don't laugh but am laughing right now'';went outside to check if it is some kinda sub-urban terrorism.Ha ha!
Half an hour later, I had a familiar couples voice calling out in for help: Mum,mum,oh no.Jesus help us Lord! From where I sat, I decided to do a quick 90 degrees neck turning and all I saw immediately was my close friends( a lawyer and his wife, a nurse/midwife by pro).I was moved instantaneously by the Holy Spirit as I saw the about 80 yrs old woman falling sideways to her left arm on her sit.She never fell to her face(which could 've in my opine possibly indicated a conscious,possible life).But she fell sideways and she was instantly gone.All her vital signs of life vanished,no pulse,breathe,movements of any sort visible.Her own daughter like I mentioned earlier is an NHS certified practising staff.She 'd tried to revive her mum but to no avail, then she started wailing,six other NHS nurses,medical reps including a medical doctor I suppose was in the service, all 'd tried to do CPS but to no avail.Gone she was! Just like that? dead??
A mere handful of us, with all humility according to God's word in 1 Peter 5 vs 6, i can vouch for myself, was really touched,moved totally to God's submission of the situation at hand; and therefore decided within ourselves individually without speaking to one another, that we 've to blank off and pray to God.I remember remaining standing where I was and declaring God's own words of life e.g the 3rd book of John in the bible e.t.c, we spoke and blasted in tongues,loud, quiet as possibly as I and others could; like we may never have done before in our lives.Frankly, a lot of ardent church members/goers with possibly 500 yrs experience of being a Christian were busy gazing at Monic and also looking at peeps like myself as if '' what does he think he is doing? ''someone has given up the ghost, you are speaking and praying in tongues; in fact unknown languages, silly cheeky men''.Well even though I could guess the reading on their faces, I didn't give a monkey neither banana. I only continued and was determined by God's grace to pray even more and of course some of my guys/ladies who strongly believe in the miracle of Jesus Christ's name, were continually speaking in tongues, quoting bible verses with absolute faith in God came to cuddle me and were encouraged to continue with the efficacy of the prayers.
Behold in about 15 mins plus,Monic was beginning to show signs of breathe, sneezing, coughing out, eyes slowly opening and the lips.She smiled to her daughter, son-in-law.Praise God is the next thing I started hearing, Jesus Christ must be praised.The entirety of the church was suddenly light up in beaming smiles,laughter, cheers and jubilation's.Am pretty sure that even the initial 'no faith-ers',God forgive me here..started running around like headless chicken,rejoicing.Back to the gist, two NHS medical ambulances arrived, having been called-in urgency by two different people in desperation to save a buoyant life.People were relieved, sweating.I was amazed by God, even though I knew that God is able to bring her back to life as I and others 've absolute faith in God.One of Monics daughters had literally drove mad to church within the hour of incidence, and cried to conclusion that her lovely mum was gone.She wailed so badly with annoyance.
Tell you what? I was moved to speak and pray in tongues because I felt that if someone who walked on her own to church died inside the church service, it may be highly scandalous to the church and of course the body of Christ.Firstly, unbelievers 'll never accept to be invited to the church or any other ever again and they 'll love to mock the church and discourage innocent Christians especially youngsters.They would 've loved to say ' are you going to that church where people die,where is their God? '.Infact fake competitive churches could 've possibly be found doing same mocking game.Why? because they are in lugubrious and unnecessary competition with themselves,by themselves and for themselves and not anything in the spirit of God's love for one another nor loving your neighbour as the Lord commanded in the ten commandment.But God forbid, God didn't allow that scandal as the church and its leadership is too superb in character.Another reason would 've been the coronary enquiry and of course the excessiveness of the BBC and other media powerhouses.It's a living church for God's glory only, I repeat only God's glory.Praise Master Jesus Christ!
Right, do you still doubt the existence of a true living God? do you believe in Jesus Christ? are you in occult? do you practise satanism? do you think of yourself as a personality with a demi-god? do you practise witch crafting? well that was an eye-witnessing testimony I was blessed to see for myself.The old lady was discharged many hours later, 2 days later when I enquired about her, her son-in-law texted back to me that the gracious old lady went shopping at Tesco's.Friday same week, she continued to be out and about, and jetted off on holidays to Jamaica.Do you know why? because when God give you a life back, its a double miracle of renewed strength and vitality.God perfects all things great and beautiful.He is the ever awesome God.Guys there's no point lieing to you, He is practical with our lives. Y'all knows that I am the guy next door, I don't give neither a monkey nor banana's but I can give cornflakes if you need it.I'll tell you as it is.Accept the Lord as your Saviour today.Just remember I am your guy next door, no gimmicks, just me as always.Many thanks for painstakingly reading through the end of this.
Your Host!
Kings...
Hey pray that my resident Pastor 'll not be annoyed that I 'd blog about this.Hahahehe!It's a great testimony to be shared anyway,our lives are like a city set on the mountain top;so says the holy bible.I said praaaaaaay!!
Firstly, I 'll like us to start with the scripture in Rom 1:16 ''I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes''. Why did I quote that scripture? I quoted it to let y'all know that I am am personally not ashamed of the gospel truth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.So no matter how jovial, peeps' person and socio-politico I am in many of my bloggings, I like to let peeps know that I love the gospel truth of Jesus Christ.The salvation part of the gospel of Jesus Christ is quoted in the book of Psalms as such joyous power that ENABLES us to fetch water out of the wells of salvation(put aptly as liberty).
Now, here is the deal of this blogging right now. I am going to be as simplistic and straight forward as the experience itself happened.I call it experience but if I don't want to be comically cheeky with y'all I 'll say it as it is: The Miraculous back to Life of Monic. Guys can I just say that I am taking the risk of blogging about this today without the prior knowledge of my Pastor. He does sometimes stumbles into reading my blog from Twitter as he is very much aware of the blog 'AmNotKiddingAmi?' But he may likely not want me to blog about this subject.Not quite sure how he considers it, subjective or objective.Apparently objective in nature in my view,as he also.I know that in as much as he doesn't like publicity, he also would prefer me not to give the names and places of our church.
The fundamental reason for the above is that our local Pastor doesn't believe in any form or practise of prosperity messaging.He is also very careful about miscontruling people into taking the glory of God.All the local Pastor believes as I humbly do also is that the name of God only should be praised and only God should all glory belong.But I am effectively risking sharing this experience with you guys because I want people to give their life to Jesus Christ, which I know as the gospel truth of God's life. I can understand that my local Pastor can stumble into this blog anytime, in as much as I do respect him, I 'll like to be a bit cheeky to share this with you all.Hopefully you 'll be blessed by the experience.
On sat. the 15th of Jun.2013,my local Pst who is a personal friend of mine was met to pick me up , but he couldn't and so re-arranged for someone to deputise for him.What happened? He was pruning the branches in a big tree that is in his cul-de-sac house, and as expected he was using a relatively new Ladder to do the climbing.The ladder itself crumbled on itself and broke into irreconcilable pieces.The question is, where is the climber? The docile Pastor fell so hard beyond believe on his forehead, left arm and rolled vigorously on the nearby concrete hard slabs in the garden.His wife wasn't at home and all his four elite brilliantly grown up children has over the recent years lived on their own.He had multiple , triple surgical stitches in a quarter of his facials , back, arm.God Almighty was definitely his rescue.Two Sundays running until just last Sunday, he wasn't able to do the pulpit calling job, that he loved so much with a passion.That gives you an insight about the gravity of the fall.
Right this is the main deal .Next day the 16th of June(sunday).I was sitting in the front middle roll as we normally do.I 've been a front roller since my first day of school in life, because I like to grab everything.Well same attitude I carry onto the church services.'Haha afterall I am not going to be asked to pay for the vintage posit, big boys don't and can't pay God, no way,ain't a cinema'.....kidding with a laugh.Anyways, service started , sharp 10 am; trust English people and time! Praise and worship song, exciting day, black people bouncing with their flamboyant Afro/ Carribean traditional clothings.White people donning with T- shirts and trousers.Other white guys even wearing combact short-knickers combined with mere flip-flops, as they can't be bothered to dress too much.Hmm! Sunshine is blasting inferno radiations, very un-usual for everyday England,'init'?
Now praise and worship song is over, next peeps are asked to do a hand shake, warm welcoming to both new and old folks, children asked to move down to the Creche and sunday school.Then the Pastor's wife( I won't mention her name, if you got that appetite sorry, I told y'all they abhor publicity of any sort; truly humble, simple, pragmatic everyday Christian folks).She told the congregation including me, that one of her daughter's friend just died, for no apparent diagnostic cause of death.She therefore re-emphasised that the congregational members of the church should endeavour to trust in God and ensure that they serve God in truth and in spirit, just as the church just did in worship.The reason according to her is because no one knows when the Lord is coming, may call anyone home, neither do anyone knows the Lord's second coming to earth.Well, everyone listened ardently.I in particular listen so attentively, because I like her ascent and she is my friend.Her simplistic delivery of the Word is fab, more so she works as an academia as my humble self, we connect mentally in lots of ways.
Then comes the stage, where the deputy for the resident Pastor was to deliver the most basic sermon for the day.The sermon was a bomb and as simple as submitting the entirety of ones life to Jesus Christ, the son of God Almighty.Simple ,basic sermon for an everyday Christian, adult, kids,new comers,repentant back sliders and those seeking a new heart from sin.Lovely, enjoyable sermon.Now, from nowhere, there was a massive bang blasting on the roof top, perhaps even, where the cross of Christ is structured beautifully on the state of the art, solidly constructed glass and brick architectural edifice.The cables on the hexagonal roof design bounced three times repeatedly.The deputising preacher in his usual calmness asked for 'peace be still'.Appealed for church members to be calm and stay on their sit as possible as they could.Seconds later, service continued as normal.Some mini-chested dudes,''don't laugh but am laughing right now'';went outside to check if it is some kinda sub-urban terrorism.Ha ha!
Half an hour later, I had a familiar couples voice calling out in for help: Mum,mum,oh no.Jesus help us Lord! From where I sat, I decided to do a quick 90 degrees neck turning and all I saw immediately was my close friends( a lawyer and his wife, a nurse/midwife by pro).I was moved instantaneously by the Holy Spirit as I saw the about 80 yrs old woman falling sideways to her left arm on her sit.She never fell to her face(which could 've in my opine possibly indicated a conscious,possible life).But she fell sideways and she was instantly gone.All her vital signs of life vanished,no pulse,breathe,movements of any sort visible.Her own daughter like I mentioned earlier is an NHS certified practising staff.She 'd tried to revive her mum but to no avail, then she started wailing,six other NHS nurses,medical reps including a medical doctor I suppose was in the service, all 'd tried to do CPS but to no avail.Gone she was! Just like that? dead??
A mere handful of us, with all humility according to God's word in 1 Peter 5 vs 6, i can vouch for myself, was really touched,moved totally to God's submission of the situation at hand; and therefore decided within ourselves individually without speaking to one another, that we 've to blank off and pray to God.I remember remaining standing where I was and declaring God's own words of life e.g the 3rd book of John in the bible e.t.c, we spoke and blasted in tongues,loud, quiet as possibly as I and others could; like we may never have done before in our lives.Frankly, a lot of ardent church members/goers with possibly 500 yrs experience of being a Christian were busy gazing at Monic and also looking at peeps like myself as if '' what does he think he is doing? ''someone has given up the ghost, you are speaking and praying in tongues; in fact unknown languages, silly cheeky men''.Well even though I could guess the reading on their faces, I didn't give a monkey neither banana. I only continued and was determined by God's grace to pray even more and of course some of my guys/ladies who strongly believe in the miracle of Jesus Christ's name, were continually speaking in tongues, quoting bible verses with absolute faith in God came to cuddle me and were encouraged to continue with the efficacy of the prayers.
Behold in about 15 mins plus,Monic was beginning to show signs of breathe, sneezing, coughing out, eyes slowly opening and the lips.She smiled to her daughter, son-in-law.Praise God is the next thing I started hearing, Jesus Christ must be praised.The entirety of the church was suddenly light up in beaming smiles,laughter, cheers and jubilation's.Am pretty sure that even the initial 'no faith-ers',God forgive me here..started running around like headless chicken,rejoicing.Back to the gist, two NHS medical ambulances arrived, having been called-in urgency by two different people in desperation to save a buoyant life.People were relieved, sweating.I was amazed by God, even though I knew that God is able to bring her back to life as I and others 've absolute faith in God.One of Monics daughters had literally drove mad to church within the hour of incidence, and cried to conclusion that her lovely mum was gone.She wailed so badly with annoyance.
Tell you what? I was moved to speak and pray in tongues because I felt that if someone who walked on her own to church died inside the church service, it may be highly scandalous to the church and of course the body of Christ.Firstly, unbelievers 'll never accept to be invited to the church or any other ever again and they 'll love to mock the church and discourage innocent Christians especially youngsters.They would 've loved to say ' are you going to that church where people die,where is their God? '.Infact fake competitive churches could 've possibly be found doing same mocking game.Why? because they are in lugubrious and unnecessary competition with themselves,by themselves and for themselves and not anything in the spirit of God's love for one another nor loving your neighbour as the Lord commanded in the ten commandment.But God forbid, God didn't allow that scandal as the church and its leadership is too superb in character.Another reason would 've been the coronary enquiry and of course the excessiveness of the BBC and other media powerhouses.It's a living church for God's glory only, I repeat only God's glory.Praise Master Jesus Christ!
Right, do you still doubt the existence of a true living God? do you believe in Jesus Christ? are you in occult? do you practise satanism? do you think of yourself as a personality with a demi-god? do you practise witch crafting? well that was an eye-witnessing testimony I was blessed to see for myself.The old lady was discharged many hours later, 2 days later when I enquired about her, her son-in-law texted back to me that the gracious old lady went shopping at Tesco's.Friday same week, she continued to be out and about, and jetted off on holidays to Jamaica.Do you know why? because when God give you a life back, its a double miracle of renewed strength and vitality.God perfects all things great and beautiful.He is the ever awesome God.Guys there's no point lieing to you, He is practical with our lives. Y'all knows that I am the guy next door, I don't give neither a monkey nor banana's but I can give cornflakes if you need it.I'll tell you as it is.Accept the Lord as your Saviour today.Just remember I am your guy next door, no gimmicks, just me as always.Many thanks for painstakingly reading through the end of this.
Your Host!
Kings...
Hey pray that my resident Pastor 'll not be annoyed that I 'd blog about this.Hahahehe!It's a great testimony to be shared anyway,our lives are like a city set on the mountain top;so says the holy bible.I said praaaaaaay!!
Thursday, 20 June 2013
Buddies 3:Eastend Africana. BLOG 23
Good on you ''another drama tale'' I thought to myself as I bumped into East Africana man.
Ain't seen his brake lights for 3 cool months. Immediately I saw him, I was imagining what's the hype he's going to tell me for a start.
Buddy whassup? I said .He looked at me with a warm toothy smile. Am good and you? He replied. You look stressed men, what's the cause of the imbroglio? He 'd admitted being stressed by his Mrs. I don't want to know but if you like you may choose to tell me a brief of it, I said.
Men, these women can kill someone o (African ascent).How can they ? Is your Mrs not your wife? She's cool. At least I know that about her; for real. No! He shouted out loud to me, that's how Dude's as you miss the whole point, she is cool, she is cool. What's so cool about her? He enquired from me. Continuing he said. That is why I am a dictator in my house. I am not necessarily an East African dictator, I am Mugabe from the South and Gaddafi from the North plus Abacha from the West. All three combined is me, he said.
As a dictator I do what I do in my humble abode.She's just a woman and that's all. She is not a lady in my house, because she's not allowed. Buddy, don't start I quickly said to him. No, he subtly replied, 'Man gotto be a dictator at home otherwise, these self-acclaimed ladies, combined with their Western feminism mentality can kill their man with stress'. Oops I started to make some correction but he wouldn't listen as it seems his believe is a grand finale. But as for me, at this stage knowing fully well what he is like, I started laughing at him. Firstly because I had no idea whatsoever he was talking about .More so I wondered on my own if his dictatorship approach can sort out his marital character parody. END
Enjoy the laughs.... to be continued....
Did you know? 1.That Bolivia has the highest altitude on earth.
Have a laugh: 2. Mugabe is still kicking strong because he eats Pangolin and Tortoise, which naturally live up to 100 yrs and above. Hahahahaahaha
Want some more practical jokes??? Ready,ready...steady? If you make me the President of the World I 'll put a stop to all religion.
Now lets do the objective.Have you thought about living an alcohol & smoke free life? It's realistically achievable.Just a single decisive decision will do... make it today!
Cheers to the glasses of non-alcoholic wine.
Your Host....KingS 'Z.
Ain't seen his brake lights for 3 cool months. Immediately I saw him, I was imagining what's the hype he's going to tell me for a start.
Buddy whassup? I said .He looked at me with a warm toothy smile. Am good and you? He replied. You look stressed men, what's the cause of the imbroglio? He 'd admitted being stressed by his Mrs. I don't want to know but if you like you may choose to tell me a brief of it, I said.
Men, these women can kill someone o (African ascent).How can they ? Is your Mrs not your wife? She's cool. At least I know that about her; for real. No! He shouted out loud to me, that's how Dude's as you miss the whole point, she is cool, she is cool. What's so cool about her? He enquired from me. Continuing he said. That is why I am a dictator in my house. I am not necessarily an East African dictator, I am Mugabe from the South and Gaddafi from the North plus Abacha from the West. All three combined is me, he said.
As a dictator I do what I do in my humble abode.She's just a woman and that's all. She is not a lady in my house, because she's not allowed. Buddy, don't start I quickly said to him. No, he subtly replied, 'Man gotto be a dictator at home otherwise, these self-acclaimed ladies, combined with their Western feminism mentality can kill their man with stress'. Oops I started to make some correction but he wouldn't listen as it seems his believe is a grand finale. But as for me, at this stage knowing fully well what he is like, I started laughing at him. Firstly because I had no idea whatsoever he was talking about .More so I wondered on my own if his dictatorship approach can sort out his marital character parody. END
Enjoy the laughs.... to be continued....
Did you know? 1.That Bolivia has the highest altitude on earth.
Have a laugh: 2. Mugabe is still kicking strong because he eats Pangolin and Tortoise, which naturally live up to 100 yrs and above. Hahahahaahaha
Want some more practical jokes??? Ready,ready...steady? If you make me the President of the World I 'll put a stop to all religion.
Now lets do the objective.Have you thought about living an alcohol & smoke free life? It's realistically achievable.Just a single decisive decision will do... make it today!
Cheers to the glasses of non-alcoholic wine.
Your Host....KingS 'Z.
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Buddies 2:The Eastend plus Westend Africana.BLOG 22
Sequel to Blog 19 this is the phase 2 continua of my literal work on the above article.Well,about the Eastend African Brit, he did asked for a favour the other day, for some reasons the internet in his humble abode wasn't active.So he asked if on my way home, can I be generous enough to come with my lappy topper and so I graciously did with all humility.Funny enough, I don't know if it is his stark illiteracy of the info tech or the inactive Internet that prompted him.Anyway, I ended up fixing the Tax disc for his ride.
Here is the deal or crux of our conversation.He went: Meeeen (men), Nigerians are fraud competent.Shocked as I was, I manage to ask 'why will you say such a gross stinky throw up? He goes again: Yeah they are so bad and full-on fraud, I mean 75% of Nigerians are fraudulent in all their ways, thinking + business.
Me: 75%?
Eastend: Yeahhh 75%. Almost immediately he laughed loudly in a blushing manner.
Me:I 'll like you to possibly make an apology for gross political incorrection( I was smiling though).Or at least correct your stinky statistical statement by saying: Perhaps 1% of Nigerians worldwide, think of it man; 75% of 170 million Nigerian population is huge men!
Eastend: I said seven-til file parcent.
Me:You talking absolute non-sense now.75% is a mega number.
Eastend: All Nigerians except a few do fraud.
Me:So that includes even your close Nig. friends, that you know too well as clean peeps?
Eastend:No not such peeps, not do gooders as you.
Then I said if people like me exist, why don't you think there are millions out there even better and more honest than I ? Several clean generations.
Eastend Africana: Men Nigerians even teach fellow Nigerians & other Africans how to do shitty stuff.
Me: Shitty stuff like what? I queried.I was slowly getting off my funny bones mood.
Slowly and slightly getting bemused and ''flabbergutted'' I said what is the point generalising? You know I got no clue whatsoever about your ramblings.More often than not, honest Nigerians in all walks of life in the global market just carry-on with their individual life nowadays because the hype and counter claims of negative imagery by a handful of the Nig people don't reflect any proposition or supposition about millions of other well meaning peeps.I said to the Eastend Africana that this is where you really don't want people to get to, I mean a carefree attitude.Because when you allow people to get there, then you have most probably threw caution to the wind.I declared to him that every nation has fraudulent psychos, I will not defend crime as I am not even a criminologist, only simply making a case for the millions of good minded Nigerians the world over. Who most times have to endure the pain and painstaking of the diverse negativity for all Nigerian peeps.
The Eastend buddy went like, yeah if the law enforcement stop a Nig. they really want to check him, because ;Nigerians are really 'bed' ( with a loud annoying vocal pronunciation for the word: bad ).'Yes very bed people,so bed'.
I reiterated to him that, which great or small country in the world is free of fraud practising? From the developed nations to the poorest of nations like Malawi.To me I said, its a selfish propaganda and a PR stunt to hang a nation of millions of vastly great minds as Nigeria.Its all boils down to the irresponsible, sucessive national government , who do not give a monkeys about how to reward its good people e.g refurnishing its international imagery.The government from time to time makes no effort to investigate some of the fraud cases.I think most nations are fraud guilty by the way.
Lastly, Mr Eastend took a deep sigh and reluctantly said: Yes all nations are 'bed' and Nigeria too.So all nations have bad and good people? I enquired.'Yes of course, all nations have many bed guys.
INFINITO END, to be continued.....
Just a quick quib quest: Have you given a thought about accepting Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savour? Pls do accept him.Do you know why, you have to? It is simply because people go to hell because they never accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and Saviour.It was never because they are good minded people or bad minded people.It is because of lack of acceptance of their maker.Rm 6:23,Rm 6:11, and the most precise verse for this truth is: Jn 3:16.
Have a great day, your usual host;
King OmoZore.
West Londoner.POst Coding xxx.
Here is the deal or crux of our conversation.He went: Meeeen (men), Nigerians are fraud competent.Shocked as I was, I manage to ask 'why will you say such a gross stinky throw up? He goes again: Yeah they are so bad and full-on fraud, I mean 75% of Nigerians are fraudulent in all their ways, thinking + business.
Me: 75%?
Eastend: Yeahhh 75%. Almost immediately he laughed loudly in a blushing manner.
Me:I 'll like you to possibly make an apology for gross political incorrection( I was smiling though).Or at least correct your stinky statistical statement by saying: Perhaps 1% of Nigerians worldwide, think of it man; 75% of 170 million Nigerian population is huge men!
Eastend: I said seven-til file parcent.
Me:You talking absolute non-sense now.75% is a mega number.
Eastend: All Nigerians except a few do fraud.
Me:So that includes even your close Nig. friends, that you know too well as clean peeps?
Eastend:No not such peeps, not do gooders as you.
Then I said if people like me exist, why don't you think there are millions out there even better and more honest than I ? Several clean generations.
Eastend Africana: Men Nigerians even teach fellow Nigerians & other Africans how to do shitty stuff.
Me: Shitty stuff like what? I queried.I was slowly getting off my funny bones mood.
Slowly and slightly getting bemused and ''flabbergutted'' I said what is the point generalising? You know I got no clue whatsoever about your ramblings.More often than not, honest Nigerians in all walks of life in the global market just carry-on with their individual life nowadays because the hype and counter claims of negative imagery by a handful of the Nig people don't reflect any proposition or supposition about millions of other well meaning peeps.I said to the Eastend Africana that this is where you really don't want people to get to, I mean a carefree attitude.Because when you allow people to get there, then you have most probably threw caution to the wind.I declared to him that every nation has fraudulent psychos, I will not defend crime as I am not even a criminologist, only simply making a case for the millions of good minded Nigerians the world over. Who most times have to endure the pain and painstaking of the diverse negativity for all Nigerian peeps.
The Eastend buddy went like, yeah if the law enforcement stop a Nig. they really want to check him, because ;Nigerians are really 'bed' ( with a loud annoying vocal pronunciation for the word: bad ).'Yes very bed people,so bed'.
I reiterated to him that, which great or small country in the world is free of fraud practising? From the developed nations to the poorest of nations like Malawi.To me I said, its a selfish propaganda and a PR stunt to hang a nation of millions of vastly great minds as Nigeria.Its all boils down to the irresponsible, sucessive national government , who do not give a monkeys about how to reward its good people e.g refurnishing its international imagery.The government from time to time makes no effort to investigate some of the fraud cases.I think most nations are fraud guilty by the way.
Lastly, Mr Eastend took a deep sigh and reluctantly said: Yes all nations are 'bed' and Nigeria too.So all nations have bad and good people? I enquired.'Yes of course, all nations have many bed guys.
INFINITO END, to be continued.....
Just a quick quib quest: Have you given a thought about accepting Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savour? Pls do accept him.Do you know why, you have to? It is simply because people go to hell because they never accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and Saviour.It was never because they are good minded people or bad minded people.It is because of lack of acceptance of their maker.Rm 6:23,Rm 6:11, and the most precise verse for this truth is: Jn 3:16.
Have a great day, your usual host;
King OmoZore.
West Londoner.POst Coding xxx.
Saturday, 1 June 2013
The Nigerian: A Word Of Mouth Political Self Destructive Mechanism.BLOG 21
I guess I am writing this piece at no less a sensitive time than the dastardly recent days of terror by some lunatics who happens to be a descents from Nigeria , but obviously born and raised in London.However, it must be clear that this article has absolutely nothing to do with the dismal of recent times.There should be no place for any acts of terror in the 21st century world.In fact even if the World was in its 4th century data, terror should never have a place in the lives of the great human race.God is the absolute creator of lives and no human should kill in the name of any god.
Many a time I look at the Nigerian lot and their mouth action destructive mechanism, all I do is to shake my head in pittance of the ignominy.One would hardly not find a Nigerian elite or bush character who isn't critically hanging the nation.I must say that most Nigerians may 've reasons and excuses to to do so due to many years of incessant bad governance and corrupt practises ,other than to be critical of the various govt.But I think it is an entirely different scenario when a Nigerian decides without pre-caution to hang both the nation itself and the vast majority of its good people before an outsider.Permit me to say here that an outsider includes among others fellow Africans.Apparently we all know that sometimes it's difficult to separate government officials who themselves are Nigerian citizens from the ordinary Nigerian man walking down and trading in the high street with dignity of sweaty labour.The latter is clearly without corruption as he most probably never occupied a public office or tasted political power privileges in any official posit in his life.Having clearly laid out this challenge of separation, I honestly think that Nigerians both in the diaspora and soil based should exercise caution at all times each time they lay bare the belly issues of of an ailing giant Elephant like Nigeria before Non-Nigerians.
I 'll cite instances to buttress the fact.How on earth can one imagine a public service worker to proudly and loudly say to colleagues that if they were in Nigeria they would 've been run over by a car.Why?? she said because they cannot be tolerated with their cynical attitude towards black colleagues at work.Here is the question: Racism and bullying is not tolerated at work but the thing that I cannot comprehend is the ferocious anger and lie of relating work place quagmire with a total lie of been ran over as a result of cynicism in Nigeria.Where is the correlation and facts? It simply doesn't add up.Nigerians that are based in Nigeria are one of the most hospitable people to visitors in the world.Frankly there are plenty of truthful facts to this as the Guinness Book Of Records (I heard from the grapevine,never had the book) in recent years, made a survey that proved Nigerians as the happiest and most hospitable people in the world,despite abject poverty in the midst of millions of Oil barrels sold in export daily.Another realistically known fact is that Nigerian home-based citizens and governments gives red carpet ,celebrity welcome to tourist and visitors from everywhere in the world especially Europeans and white Americans.Its beggars belief that someone whose work ethics requires caution can broadly and proudly make such false claim about where she originally came from.In short if I was at such a scene I most likely would 've told her off big time, point blank to shut up her crappy lie.
Secondly, I am interested in finding out through this article, to know how many times an Eastern African or Southern region African has made a false claim of such magnitude about their nation of originality? In my candid opine, you 'll be shocked that it's only the lot of certain no-brainier Nigerians who can comfortably relate such trashy vibes to non-Nigerians about their Nigerian state.Hardly would there be any other African or citizens of the globe who may act with such a verbal outrage.I'd met all sorts of people -Cubans, Venezuelans, Egyptians, Malawians, Swiss, Portuguese, Americans, Russians, none talk down on their own people and nationhood.They hardly even talk drag peeps into their governance issues.Isrealites are glaring patriots too.Only 'brand' Nigerians that do talk trashy about its own people which in turn discourages tourists and investors.Its the most cynical conspiracy ever that I had seen overseas by a despicable few.This issue is more than just expecting all Nigerians to be patriots, it is about single handedly destroying with your mouth mechanism your own place of birth.I believe that the land deserves and commands more than a bit of respect as well as reverence.It is not too difficult to do, all you got to do is to allow your brain nerves connect with the bad odoured mouth verbalisings.
Thirdly, suffice to say that there is no better salesman for a nation than its own citizens.Indigenous citizens to be precise.Every nation sells itself by any shape or form in the media e.t.c.But there is no no better media than the word of mouth and meeting someone or a collective group of people from one particular nation.First impressions matter, utterances also matter.Actions and deliveries, trust , competence and reliability are all vital.The traditional age old system of a good salesman till date is by the use of word of mouth.When a Nigerian sells wrong info to a non-Nigerian, that info goes viral and cyclical.Can we ask the ordinary question of how come millions of non-Nigerians know about one of the Nigerian criminal code enshrined in the Nigerian constitution as 419? How did it go viral that the fraud code in the Nigeria constitution is 419?? many Nigerians themselves don't even know that the code 419 is truly in the constitution.But I 'll like to challenge you to know that non-Nigerians know about this and for so many years now, that's the basis of distrust and bone of contention as regards why loads of people bluffs and literally criminalise Nigerians in their hearts without any practical err on the part of an innocent Nigerian.I dare say here , that you have more fraudulent practises in places as Brazil,Egypt,Ghana,Shanghai,Turkey,Indonesia,Spain,Dubai.There are apparently more international scammers in Saudi.Lots of property scammers in Dubai,Spain.I '' ll never support any form of scammering whatever shape or size.Basically I am saying that millions of Nigerians the world over are the ones themselves who literally keep hanging their nation.Its not necessarily the media mechanism of the western world as some Nigerians love to claim sometimes.Perhaps there was a time when the western media did so for several destructive and disruptive years through smearing campaigns e.t.c. but that was predominantly more about nearly a quarter of a century years ago, but for ages now such glo-media has subsided in their antics as they probably 've seen that they 've crumbled almost beyond repair the sustainable and vibrant economic/political prowess of the entirety of Africa, not only Nigeria.In my honest opine its the mouthy tigering by Nigerians themselves that is currently doing the global harm.Responsibility do help.
Let us think through some possible examples across the world now.South Africa is a ready example of a nation associated with juvenile rape cases on women.Same South Afro is top charted on the global violence and all male power gender acquisition,i.e women are subdued in that society like no-other place in the world.But you 'll hardly hear a South African speaking loudly and audiencing non-South Africans about the violent trends and endemic rape cases beleaguering the nation.I don't need to be misquoted here,I don't support hiding facts about societals ills.The thing is if nations are pretending about the ills of their society, then there is absolutely no-need to point fingers at other nations who basically lack structural policies.Let's listen to Jamaican born adults be it man/wo they never address non-Jamaicans about the unlawful killings and violence that do go on in Jamaica, infact Jamaicans believe and tend to represent Jamaica as the epicentre of the world.They love it and enjoys to posit Jamaica as a place that don't even need any reforms.Talk about China, the world's largest population, their human rights is increasingly depressing each year, do Chinese relate it to non-Chinese? never.Every Chinese is in denial of human right violation and they are always defending the status-quo.Can we bring on India? I got a handful of India friends in IT world.In a nut shell I have never seen a people that diplomatically speak with one voice about how puritanic the India nation is.Speak to two India guys at different places and time , all they will say is that the India experience is a life time achievement.What about underage sex?What about denying women their equal rights to men in society?What about child slavery and child worker viz-a-viz paedo? No India is a world class.But can any one blame them? nope .This is simply because they are the best salesmen for their nation.No other expatriate can do a better job than themselves.
Do anyone, non-Southern and Eastern African hear anyone from the two regions speak of the sexual health issues resident in those places? Never.A Botswana,Zimbabwean,South African,Kenya,Uganda,Tanzania 'll hardly ever speak or do a carefree or non-challant talk on Aids/HIV endemic in these places.Am sure they speak to each other about the issues perhaps in Swahili lingua franca e.t.c, they sure do; but they sure also don't ever and never speak to outsiders about such issues.England is a meeting point for the worlds people.These various people not just one race are in denial and often attempt to protect the 'integrity and imaging' of their flawed societies.Nigerians need to shut the crap and fold up their sleeves inorder to represent the good of the world and their nation.There is no need to misrepresent the millions of good people of Nigeria.It always apparently when one is invited to social parties and public seminars, any possibility of meeting Africans will cause an instant mockery of Nigeria.They 'll make a jest of the Nigerian state and people.They go like ''All Nigerians are idolatery worshippers i.e juju worshippers,419ers,thieves, kidnappers e.t.c'' openly and you wonder in thought: how do these guys confidently lay claim to such counter-accusations over a people? The jokes are silly,noisy,loud and frustrating for all the wrong reasons.It drains you are an innocent personality.The most pathetic aspect is when one think of how the once giant of Africa had severally rescued both financially, diplomatically,international judiciary and of course politically these fellow Africans and their nations, during various national and regional crisis periods.The Nigerian army is the most formidable both in manpower numbers and equipments in the whole of Africa.The expertise and training delivery results has always been praised by the U.N, from war times in Rwanda to Sierra Leone to Darful ,the list is endless.Many Nigerian soldiers,Airforce men/women have lost their lives during crisis events in regions and sub-regions.Apartheid regime in South Africa cannot be over today, without the helping hand of the geo-political entity called Nigeria.
King Zore
Writes from W. London.Post coded ! Smile, Jesus Christ loves you as an individual!!
Many a time I look at the Nigerian lot and their mouth action destructive mechanism, all I do is to shake my head in pittance of the ignominy.One would hardly not find a Nigerian elite or bush character who isn't critically hanging the nation.I must say that most Nigerians may 've reasons and excuses to to do so due to many years of incessant bad governance and corrupt practises ,other than to be critical of the various govt.But I think it is an entirely different scenario when a Nigerian decides without pre-caution to hang both the nation itself and the vast majority of its good people before an outsider.Permit me to say here that an outsider includes among others fellow Africans.Apparently we all know that sometimes it's difficult to separate government officials who themselves are Nigerian citizens from the ordinary Nigerian man walking down and trading in the high street with dignity of sweaty labour.The latter is clearly without corruption as he most probably never occupied a public office or tasted political power privileges in any official posit in his life.Having clearly laid out this challenge of separation, I honestly think that Nigerians both in the diaspora and soil based should exercise caution at all times each time they lay bare the belly issues of of an ailing giant Elephant like Nigeria before Non-Nigerians.
I 'll cite instances to buttress the fact.How on earth can one imagine a public service worker to proudly and loudly say to colleagues that if they were in Nigeria they would 've been run over by a car.Why?? she said because they cannot be tolerated with their cynical attitude towards black colleagues at work.Here is the question: Racism and bullying is not tolerated at work but the thing that I cannot comprehend is the ferocious anger and lie of relating work place quagmire with a total lie of been ran over as a result of cynicism in Nigeria.Where is the correlation and facts? It simply doesn't add up.Nigerians that are based in Nigeria are one of the most hospitable people to visitors in the world.Frankly there are plenty of truthful facts to this as the Guinness Book Of Records (I heard from the grapevine,never had the book) in recent years, made a survey that proved Nigerians as the happiest and most hospitable people in the world,despite abject poverty in the midst of millions of Oil barrels sold in export daily.Another realistically known fact is that Nigerian home-based citizens and governments gives red carpet ,celebrity welcome to tourist and visitors from everywhere in the world especially Europeans and white Americans.Its beggars belief that someone whose work ethics requires caution can broadly and proudly make such false claim about where she originally came from.In short if I was at such a scene I most likely would 've told her off big time, point blank to shut up her crappy lie.
Secondly, I am interested in finding out through this article, to know how many times an Eastern African or Southern region African has made a false claim of such magnitude about their nation of originality? In my candid opine, you 'll be shocked that it's only the lot of certain no-brainier Nigerians who can comfortably relate such trashy vibes to non-Nigerians about their Nigerian state.Hardly would there be any other African or citizens of the globe who may act with such a verbal outrage.I'd met all sorts of people -Cubans, Venezuelans, Egyptians, Malawians, Swiss, Portuguese, Americans, Russians, none talk down on their own people and nationhood.They hardly even talk drag peeps into their governance issues.Isrealites are glaring patriots too.Only 'brand' Nigerians that do talk trashy about its own people which in turn discourages tourists and investors.Its the most cynical conspiracy ever that I had seen overseas by a despicable few.This issue is more than just expecting all Nigerians to be patriots, it is about single handedly destroying with your mouth mechanism your own place of birth.I believe that the land deserves and commands more than a bit of respect as well as reverence.It is not too difficult to do, all you got to do is to allow your brain nerves connect with the bad odoured mouth verbalisings.
Thirdly, suffice to say that there is no better salesman for a nation than its own citizens.Indigenous citizens to be precise.Every nation sells itself by any shape or form in the media e.t.c.But there is no no better media than the word of mouth and meeting someone or a collective group of people from one particular nation.First impressions matter, utterances also matter.Actions and deliveries, trust , competence and reliability are all vital.The traditional age old system of a good salesman till date is by the use of word of mouth.When a Nigerian sells wrong info to a non-Nigerian, that info goes viral and cyclical.Can we ask the ordinary question of how come millions of non-Nigerians know about one of the Nigerian criminal code enshrined in the Nigerian constitution as 419? How did it go viral that the fraud code in the Nigeria constitution is 419?? many Nigerians themselves don't even know that the code 419 is truly in the constitution.But I 'll like to challenge you to know that non-Nigerians know about this and for so many years now, that's the basis of distrust and bone of contention as regards why loads of people bluffs and literally criminalise Nigerians in their hearts without any practical err on the part of an innocent Nigerian.I dare say here , that you have more fraudulent practises in places as Brazil,Egypt,Ghana,Shanghai,Turkey,Indonesia,Spain,Dubai.There are apparently more international scammers in Saudi.Lots of property scammers in Dubai,Spain.I '' ll never support any form of scammering whatever shape or size.Basically I am saying that millions of Nigerians the world over are the ones themselves who literally keep hanging their nation.Its not necessarily the media mechanism of the western world as some Nigerians love to claim sometimes.Perhaps there was a time when the western media did so for several destructive and disruptive years through smearing campaigns e.t.c. but that was predominantly more about nearly a quarter of a century years ago, but for ages now such glo-media has subsided in their antics as they probably 've seen that they 've crumbled almost beyond repair the sustainable and vibrant economic/political prowess of the entirety of Africa, not only Nigeria.In my honest opine its the mouthy tigering by Nigerians themselves that is currently doing the global harm.Responsibility do help.
Let us think through some possible examples across the world now.South Africa is a ready example of a nation associated with juvenile rape cases on women.Same South Afro is top charted on the global violence and all male power gender acquisition,i.e women are subdued in that society like no-other place in the world.But you 'll hardly hear a South African speaking loudly and audiencing non-South Africans about the violent trends and endemic rape cases beleaguering the nation.I don't need to be misquoted here,I don't support hiding facts about societals ills.The thing is if nations are pretending about the ills of their society, then there is absolutely no-need to point fingers at other nations who basically lack structural policies.Let's listen to Jamaican born adults be it man/wo they never address non-Jamaicans about the unlawful killings and violence that do go on in Jamaica, infact Jamaicans believe and tend to represent Jamaica as the epicentre of the world.They love it and enjoys to posit Jamaica as a place that don't even need any reforms.Talk about China, the world's largest population, their human rights is increasingly depressing each year, do Chinese relate it to non-Chinese? never.Every Chinese is in denial of human right violation and they are always defending the status-quo.Can we bring on India? I got a handful of India friends in IT world.In a nut shell I have never seen a people that diplomatically speak with one voice about how puritanic the India nation is.Speak to two India guys at different places and time , all they will say is that the India experience is a life time achievement.What about underage sex?What about denying women their equal rights to men in society?What about child slavery and child worker viz-a-viz paedo? No India is a world class.But can any one blame them? nope .This is simply because they are the best salesmen for their nation.No other expatriate can do a better job than themselves.
Do anyone, non-Southern and Eastern African hear anyone from the two regions speak of the sexual health issues resident in those places? Never.A Botswana,Zimbabwean,South African,Kenya,Uganda,Tanzania 'll hardly ever speak or do a carefree or non-challant talk on Aids/HIV endemic in these places.Am sure they speak to each other about the issues perhaps in Swahili lingua franca e.t.c, they sure do; but they sure also don't ever and never speak to outsiders about such issues.England is a meeting point for the worlds people.These various people not just one race are in denial and often attempt to protect the 'integrity and imaging' of their flawed societies.Nigerians need to shut the crap and fold up their sleeves inorder to represent the good of the world and their nation.There is no need to misrepresent the millions of good people of Nigeria.It always apparently when one is invited to social parties and public seminars, any possibility of meeting Africans will cause an instant mockery of Nigeria.They 'll make a jest of the Nigerian state and people.They go like ''All Nigerians are idolatery worshippers i.e juju worshippers,419ers,thieves, kidnappers e.t.c'' openly and you wonder in thought: how do these guys confidently lay claim to such counter-accusations over a people? The jokes are silly,noisy,loud and frustrating for all the wrong reasons.It drains you are an innocent personality.The most pathetic aspect is when one think of how the once giant of Africa had severally rescued both financially, diplomatically,international judiciary and of course politically these fellow Africans and their nations, during various national and regional crisis periods.The Nigerian army is the most formidable both in manpower numbers and equipments in the whole of Africa.The expertise and training delivery results has always been praised by the U.N, from war times in Rwanda to Sierra Leone to Darful ,the list is endless.Many Nigerian soldiers,Airforce men/women have lost their lives during crisis events in regions and sub-regions.Apartheid regime in South Africa cannot be over today, without the helping hand of the geo-political entity called Nigeria.
King Zore
Writes from W. London.Post coded ! Smile, Jesus Christ loves you as an individual!!
Saturday, 25 May 2013
Brits And Small Gt Britain. BLOG 20
Yeah men and women !Well to be candid with you guys,am not at all excited as I am forever still grieving my one and only dearest mother.I only did the yeah thing to create an excited start to this piece today.Ok now,the paragraphs below is essentially about the above topic.
Love me or dislike me,Britain as a nation is saying I am great,the nation is priding itself as one that has been around even before the 1st century calibration of data.Candidly speaking,there are things you can or cannot understand about me as a powerful sterling horse nation.Starting with BB as a service rendering concept, you wonder why BB named?? BB as it is, stands for Bread & Breakfast.Why called Bread & Breakfast?,it simply doesn't make any literally sense whatsoever,not even to the closest point of correction.One might think that BB would mean Bed and Breakfast after all you are transmitting and you are seeking a place to lay your head through the night, and the following morning you are up and running with a served breakfast of mushrooms, bacon(I hate it though,cancer risk), toasted bread (English styled), egg(scotched) and a possible no sugar ,(my style), hot crazy tea.That's it! breakfast served!!
After laying in your bed, warmed up in a duvet all night , tusked-in after a very hot shower bath possibly in a standing format or having a bath sitting on a tub.That is simply BB- Bed and Breakfast.The other possible BB meaning could be Bread & Bacon, signifying a representation of tee total breakfast.But why BB has always and remain since maybe the fight for Britain( 2nd World War) means Bread & Breakfast and there is no move by hand from any Parliamentarian to change the meaning,giggling, then you wonder the uniqueness of the name and archaic confusion of the concept and franchise.To say the least BB is primordial , confusing and all together funny when you come to terms with the fact that it means Bread & Breakfast.Bread is a part of Breakfast and Breakfast has to do with bread, so why BB? especially knowing fully well that someone needs accommodation as well.There is no relevance and reference whatsoever to the accommodation aspect of the deal.That's Britain, mighty small Island ruling and running the world with tiny bits of blunderous franchise conceptualised names/brands.Funny 'init'?
Going to work in 2006, on a Friday morning to and fro evening.Stratford, opposite to the train station - the main high street road was a normal free flowing traffic.Nothing changed, went normally.Next Monday a.m, just over the weekend, all changed ! I thought I missed the way,missed the city itself, missed the country as a whole.Why and what could 've possibly happened? ,over night during the weekend, all changed , road traffic signs disappeared...a lot of Zimbabweans call traffic signs robot, why? they said it is computer.Hmm so traffic is now called robot? sounded like Robo cop by Arnold Schwarzenegger to me.Some kinda digital revolving industrial chain machinery.Right, back to our earlier line of story discourse...Stratford changed, the bus stops all changed too.Vehicles all moving one way direction only, it was a dual lane on the Friday previously.Thinking in my head, is this Europe or some sorts of chameloneonic technology.Well I obeyed, I got myself thinking again that my bro. once told that Tokyo city and its vicinity can be changed overnight due to tech know-how.So I concluded that maybe that is what Stratford is about now.The thing is I got the feeling and query that if a development is to be made, but what is the point of making a road which in the previous 48 hrs was a dual carriage to become a one way traffic.Hmm I concluded, that's Britain, great, love it, accept it.Sometimes I reflect on the Right- Handed steering system.Britain is the pioneer nation among such user nations.Frankly, everyone respects it.It is conservative and traditional.Everyone gets used to it as the legal road culture and signs.Each road driver has to obey the accepted norm but does it stop one from thinking about the practical convenience of a possibly Left-Hand steering system? No it doesn't.Most especially if you have had the opportunity of driving a left hand steering outside Britain perhaps on holidays e.t.c. You will see and feel the ease of navigation,negotiation and ultimate driving excitement with the all round convenience.Britain is respected and probably envied as a traditional conservative nation and it loves to remain so for eternity,as well several reasons,culturally the Kingdom as we may know is good for all its strength and might in diverse human affairs.Perhaps it been conservatory isn't a probs in any way !! Reforms,nah, nah, nah.Pride? Yes ,loads of pride is part of the deal, arrogance ? Yeah, yeah, old age ? absolutely a big fatty and robust Yes. Britain has seen it all and knows it too.Ok leave it as it is then.Same Zimbabweans come handy here with their unique ascent, ''what can wee dooo?''. ''what can wee dooo-uuu?''.Bless them , maybe that is why Rob Mugabe , has seized power from them for eternity.At a fragile old age now, can't someone in Zimbabwe just push him away from the stupid golden Presidential chair and send him straight away to a stinky ,Dettol defying Care Home? Or in a more respectful way, a Zimbabwean may as well just go perching on the same Presidential chair and tell off Robert Mugabe to shift a little bit, that he (Rob) has been sitting on that chair since 1980 ; ''is it yooooour fathers chair? and everybody is tired and frustrated of standing aloof. ''Please we Zimbabweans want to sit down here right now on this golden chair''! Mr Prez gimme the chair! Mr Grumpy we need it to shape things up !!
Some Londoners, no let me say it the way some Ugandan men with ascent 'll pronounce London.Some ''Landaners'' .Ok y'all want some more jokes?? Hmm,check below:
'' I used to eat Pasta with Strawberry Jam'' - Holly Willoughby 18 Mar. '13 This morning Show.///// No thanks Holly.Maybe we try fish & Cornflakes together.Hahahaha.....
Another joke? That's how I overheard someone the other day saying to an officer, that he has been defrauded of £10.Ten whaaaaat??? I was thinking to myself that the term: defraud seems too big for the sum,why didn't he just say, he has been stolen or theft of 10 quid/£s.I felt like telling the man that he is wasting tax-peeps time, he could 've possibly just asked the teen children in his caved house if they saw his Tena flying out and about his abode,whoever last saw it flying is the thief !
Thank you Lord Jesus Christ for all things beautiful in my life including my global readers. Have a great weekend peeps.We are back.C'mon now, drop your comments,pls don't be stingy like the beef seller.It's me your usual host,
Kings.
He writes from White City,West London.Post coded!!
Love me or dislike me,Britain as a nation is saying I am great,the nation is priding itself as one that has been around even before the 1st century calibration of data.Candidly speaking,there are things you can or cannot understand about me as a powerful sterling horse nation.Starting with BB as a service rendering concept, you wonder why BB named?? BB as it is, stands for Bread & Breakfast.Why called Bread & Breakfast?,it simply doesn't make any literally sense whatsoever,not even to the closest point of correction.One might think that BB would mean Bed and Breakfast after all you are transmitting and you are seeking a place to lay your head through the night, and the following morning you are up and running with a served breakfast of mushrooms, bacon(I hate it though,cancer risk), toasted bread (English styled), egg(scotched) and a possible no sugar ,(my style), hot crazy tea.That's it! breakfast served!!
After laying in your bed, warmed up in a duvet all night , tusked-in after a very hot shower bath possibly in a standing format or having a bath sitting on a tub.That is simply BB- Bed and Breakfast.The other possible BB meaning could be Bread & Bacon, signifying a representation of tee total breakfast.But why BB has always and remain since maybe the fight for Britain( 2nd World War) means Bread & Breakfast and there is no move by hand from any Parliamentarian to change the meaning,giggling, then you wonder the uniqueness of the name and archaic confusion of the concept and franchise.To say the least BB is primordial , confusing and all together funny when you come to terms with the fact that it means Bread & Breakfast.Bread is a part of Breakfast and Breakfast has to do with bread, so why BB? especially knowing fully well that someone needs accommodation as well.There is no relevance and reference whatsoever to the accommodation aspect of the deal.That's Britain, mighty small Island ruling and running the world with tiny bits of blunderous franchise conceptualised names/brands.Funny 'init'?
Going to work in 2006, on a Friday morning to and fro evening.Stratford, opposite to the train station - the main high street road was a normal free flowing traffic.Nothing changed, went normally.Next Monday a.m, just over the weekend, all changed ! I thought I missed the way,missed the city itself, missed the country as a whole.Why and what could 've possibly happened? ,over night during the weekend, all changed , road traffic signs disappeared...a lot of Zimbabweans call traffic signs robot, why? they said it is computer.Hmm so traffic is now called robot? sounded like Robo cop by Arnold Schwarzenegger to me.Some kinda digital revolving industrial chain machinery.Right, back to our earlier line of story discourse...Stratford changed, the bus stops all changed too.Vehicles all moving one way direction only, it was a dual lane on the Friday previously.Thinking in my head, is this Europe or some sorts of chameloneonic technology.Well I obeyed, I got myself thinking again that my bro. once told that Tokyo city and its vicinity can be changed overnight due to tech know-how.So I concluded that maybe that is what Stratford is about now.The thing is I got the feeling and query that if a development is to be made, but what is the point of making a road which in the previous 48 hrs was a dual carriage to become a one way traffic.Hmm I concluded, that's Britain, great, love it, accept it.Sometimes I reflect on the Right- Handed steering system.Britain is the pioneer nation among such user nations.Frankly, everyone respects it.It is conservative and traditional.Everyone gets used to it as the legal road culture and signs.Each road driver has to obey the accepted norm but does it stop one from thinking about the practical convenience of a possibly Left-Hand steering system? No it doesn't.Most especially if you have had the opportunity of driving a left hand steering outside Britain perhaps on holidays e.t.c. You will see and feel the ease of navigation,negotiation and ultimate driving excitement with the all round convenience.Britain is respected and probably envied as a traditional conservative nation and it loves to remain so for eternity,as well several reasons,culturally the Kingdom as we may know is good for all its strength and might in diverse human affairs.Perhaps it been conservatory isn't a probs in any way !! Reforms,nah, nah, nah.Pride? Yes ,loads of pride is part of the deal, arrogance ? Yeah, yeah, old age ? absolutely a big fatty and robust Yes. Britain has seen it all and knows it too.Ok leave it as it is then.Same Zimbabweans come handy here with their unique ascent, ''what can wee dooo?''. ''what can wee dooo-uuu?''.Bless them , maybe that is why Rob Mugabe , has seized power from them for eternity.At a fragile old age now, can't someone in Zimbabwe just push him away from the stupid golden Presidential chair and send him straight away to a stinky ,Dettol defying Care Home? Or in a more respectful way, a Zimbabwean may as well just go perching on the same Presidential chair and tell off Robert Mugabe to shift a little bit, that he (Rob) has been sitting on that chair since 1980 ; ''is it yooooour fathers chair? and everybody is tired and frustrated of standing aloof. ''Please we Zimbabweans want to sit down here right now on this golden chair''! Mr Prez gimme the chair! Mr Grumpy we need it to shape things up !!
Some Londoners, no let me say it the way some Ugandan men with ascent 'll pronounce London.Some ''Landaners'' .Ok y'all want some more jokes?? Hmm,check below:
'' I used to eat Pasta with Strawberry Jam'' - Holly Willoughby 18 Mar. '13 This morning Show.///// No thanks Holly.Maybe we try fish & Cornflakes together.Hahahaha.....
Another joke? That's how I overheard someone the other day saying to an officer, that he has been defrauded of £10.Ten whaaaaat??? I was thinking to myself that the term: defraud seems too big for the sum,why didn't he just say, he has been stolen or theft of 10 quid/£s.I felt like telling the man that he is wasting tax-peeps time, he could 've possibly just asked the teen children in his caved house if they saw his Tena flying out and about his abode,whoever last saw it flying is the thief !
Thank you Lord Jesus Christ for all things beautiful in my life including my global readers. Have a great weekend peeps.We are back.C'mon now, drop your comments,pls don't be stingy like the beef seller.It's me your usual host,
Kings.
He writes from White City,West London.Post coded!!
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Buddies:The Eastend Plus Westend Africana BLOG19
Yakkings between an East and Westend originated Africans can be crafted as follows:5,000,000,000 years ago in one cool evening I popped into my eastender african buddies apartment on my way from a conference call meeting.On entering his humble castle, I saw him having his dinner and he said to me with a bit of frowning face and a smile that he left the house for work since 5 a.m. He asked me what's the time? I replied 21:00 p.m and he said 'thats my life, 6 days a week'.Honestly I couldn't help but to literally burst a big giggle.Quite typical of him, next thing he said to me '' this country? '' and almost immediately I bursted into some laugh.As if to solidarise or empathise with him and not to make him look stupid , I then said , do you mean Western Europe is full of back pain hardwork ?, he quickly retorted 'kai' , 'kai' , 'meeeeen its f**king rock solid hardwork. I bursted into some more loud laugh.This time I was rushed with a glass of warm water by his teenage daughter.
While I was still making effort to make him feel loved and and understood , I reminded him that at least he is preparing to relocate back to Africa for good. He shouted loud while saying he can't wait to go back. Can I just say that this is a man that has visited Africa 3 times within the last 14 months prior to the end of the previous year. He collects fairly used Kindergarten Montessori School kits, washes or cleanse them thoroughly and off they are shipped away.Fantastic great trader in lots of ways.Anyway, to continue the story he re-emphasized that he has suffered so much in the U.K and that the mates he left behind at his majestic home based Eastend Africana has turned their life around in the village , many has made a fortune from government associates by their clever tricks. Furthermore the buddy wondered what he was thinking when he decided to migrate to Europe nearly 2 decades ago. Now he enumerated the enjoyment galore of his village age mates and clanship hierachy.Firstly the mates do not work as hard as Mr Eastend , secondly they don't pay any tax whatsoever-MOT,Bedroom tax,VAT e.t.c.Thirdly, they live in Mansions with nothing like Mansion taxes bla,bla,bla.Fourthly, they are revered as Kings and Hollywood international movie stars with chains of gorgeous, naturally demure women.Fifthly he enumerated that such mates of his are immuned against dirty jobs unlike him.
Honestly the more he sang like a Canary bird, the more I laugh, and his kids are staring at both of us as if what are these old men talking about?Consequently I said to him, I know you cannot regret migrating to Europe but do you think you have behaved wrongly by migrating to Western Europe in the first place? Oops he replied and then said No.I then told him that perhaps God Almighty do not make mistakes.He is the God of order and when He created you and made Africa your birthplace , God did the right thing, but as a young over-ambitious man, you my mate felt smart and migrated to Europe.He(my mate) established to me as if he was practically agreeing that, God creates and gives all mankind opportunities to make choices including the clueless migrative decisions.But as if to make a dramatic discussion endless, he said to me:that the Taxman has finished him in Europe, he would have been a wealthy man especially as he works round the clock all through the year.The Taxman won't allow him to be wealthy he claimed.I tried to jokingly reassure him by saying: Maybe the Taxman is his punishment then for migrating to Europe.He gave a body language of been disgusted with what i just said.
He listed further his dislikes:1.The effective Taxman 2.The Mortgage Housing System,whereby(in his own words) you effectively pay for over 25 yrs.25 years?? He shoutedly asked, in Africa you don't doooo that shit men, he screamed as if I did not hear him or don't know either.Continuing he reinstated that: In Africa when you build a house, right away from the ground earth and foundation to the sky,its all yours forever, the property owner,you do not pay any f**ing money,inheritance tax,council tax,home insurance bla,bla,bla,mortgage loan,what,what?? I mean forever its your own free property- he re-emphasised.By this time i continued laughing with so much risk of a possible exhaustion as the fan heating system in his home was dealing harshly with me.As a result of the basking heater I started moving towards his home exit while still laughing away.I bidded him goodnight,take it easy buddy....I said to him.From a distance I 'd manage to ask him what the whole discourse was about in the first place? Was it political or social-economics, he said he thinks it was a political battle for a subject, I then said its both political/social economics but the specifics was on a global migration imbroglio; an almost vague global migration palaver.Since I was now outside the house, he finally took his head out of his cottage door and talked louder that African governments are to blame too, they are freaking and callously corrupt,I replied him by saying: That's how everyone go defensive and I had the last word of telling him off, 'go to bed man'.
Have a good one !!
I must say right here that Jesus Christ shed His Blood for us at the cross of calvary and this same Son of God and who in the very nature of the Trinity is also God Himself was practically the sacrifice and the High Priest.More significantly as we may know and should be NOTED the High Priest Himself made Himself the living sacrifice.No matter what religious biase or affiliation we as individuals maybe, be it atheist, islam or juju magic; I am pretty sure that we all know that no high priest makes himself as a sacrifice.A High Priest would rather prefer to use an animal or an innocent relative of his pedigree to make a sacrifice.In the case of Jesus Christ,He did made Himself the absolute living sacrifice even though He is the High Priest.The clarity and relevance of what I am humbly putting across here is that it is only God Almighty, the Lord Jesus Christ who can take OFF our BURDENS, bags and baggages from our shoulders.It is not Politicians or the Western World economies nor the RICH mineral opulence and exploits in Africa that can do it.We need to face the understanding and reality of the spiritual and physical works today as never before......God bless Y'all
Cheers to the glasses, your host: KINGs OmoZore
This titled article 'll run for a few weeks subsequently by God's grace.Look forward to it.Can my globally increasing readership views do me the favour of dropping COMMENTS please inorder that i may not become complacent, I just wanna keep up standards.Kindly leave a honest comment or more.Thank you's in advance.////I Was met to post this yesterday but couldn't,because my pretty and kind hearted mother passed on to greater glory to join the good Lord. Rest in peace mum till we meet to part no more.Just praying for the grace of God to see us all her nucleic family through this period...its so hard and indescribably devastating.But mum lived an excellent life with good kids & my Dad.Typing with tears...I 've no idea of what am doing,I don't know if these tears 'll ever stop; just hope it does with a bit of wisdom, the whole world seems hollow and I feel empty inside of me at the same time with a bit of vulnerability!
While I was still making effort to make him feel loved and and understood , I reminded him that at least he is preparing to relocate back to Africa for good. He shouted loud while saying he can't wait to go back. Can I just say that this is a man that has visited Africa 3 times within the last 14 months prior to the end of the previous year. He collects fairly used Kindergarten Montessori School kits, washes or cleanse them thoroughly and off they are shipped away.Fantastic great trader in lots of ways.Anyway, to continue the story he re-emphasized that he has suffered so much in the U.K and that the mates he left behind at his majestic home based Eastend Africana has turned their life around in the village , many has made a fortune from government associates by their clever tricks. Furthermore the buddy wondered what he was thinking when he decided to migrate to Europe nearly 2 decades ago. Now he enumerated the enjoyment galore of his village age mates and clanship hierachy.Firstly the mates do not work as hard as Mr Eastend , secondly they don't pay any tax whatsoever-MOT,Bedroom tax,VAT e.t.c.Thirdly, they live in Mansions with nothing like Mansion taxes bla,bla,bla.Fourthly, they are revered as Kings and Hollywood international movie stars with chains of gorgeous, naturally demure women.Fifthly he enumerated that such mates of his are immuned against dirty jobs unlike him.
Honestly the more he sang like a Canary bird, the more I laugh, and his kids are staring at both of us as if what are these old men talking about?Consequently I said to him, I know you cannot regret migrating to Europe but do you think you have behaved wrongly by migrating to Western Europe in the first place? Oops he replied and then said No.I then told him that perhaps God Almighty do not make mistakes.He is the God of order and when He created you and made Africa your birthplace , God did the right thing, but as a young over-ambitious man, you my mate felt smart and migrated to Europe.He(my mate) established to me as if he was practically agreeing that, God creates and gives all mankind opportunities to make choices including the clueless migrative decisions.But as if to make a dramatic discussion endless, he said to me:that the Taxman has finished him in Europe, he would have been a wealthy man especially as he works round the clock all through the year.The Taxman won't allow him to be wealthy he claimed.I tried to jokingly reassure him by saying: Maybe the Taxman is his punishment then for migrating to Europe.He gave a body language of been disgusted with what i just said.
He listed further his dislikes:1.The effective Taxman 2.The Mortgage Housing System,whereby(in his own words) you effectively pay for over 25 yrs.25 years?? He shoutedly asked, in Africa you don't doooo that shit men, he screamed as if I did not hear him or don't know either.Continuing he reinstated that: In Africa when you build a house, right away from the ground earth and foundation to the sky,its all yours forever, the property owner,you do not pay any f**ing money,inheritance tax,council tax,home insurance bla,bla,bla,mortgage loan,what,what?? I mean forever its your own free property- he re-emphasised.By this time i continued laughing with so much risk of a possible exhaustion as the fan heating system in his home was dealing harshly with me.As a result of the basking heater I started moving towards his home exit while still laughing away.I bidded him goodnight,take it easy buddy....I said to him.From a distance I 'd manage to ask him what the whole discourse was about in the first place? Was it political or social-economics, he said he thinks it was a political battle for a subject, I then said its both political/social economics but the specifics was on a global migration imbroglio; an almost vague global migration palaver.Since I was now outside the house, he finally took his head out of his cottage door and talked louder that African governments are to blame too, they are freaking and callously corrupt,I replied him by saying: That's how everyone go defensive and I had the last word of telling him off, 'go to bed man'.
Have a good one !!
I must say right here that Jesus Christ shed His Blood for us at the cross of calvary and this same Son of God and who in the very nature of the Trinity is also God Himself was practically the sacrifice and the High Priest.More significantly as we may know and should be NOTED the High Priest Himself made Himself the living sacrifice.No matter what religious biase or affiliation we as individuals maybe, be it atheist, islam or juju magic; I am pretty sure that we all know that no high priest makes himself as a sacrifice.A High Priest would rather prefer to use an animal or an innocent relative of his pedigree to make a sacrifice.In the case of Jesus Christ,He did made Himself the absolute living sacrifice even though He is the High Priest.The clarity and relevance of what I am humbly putting across here is that it is only God Almighty, the Lord Jesus Christ who can take OFF our BURDENS, bags and baggages from our shoulders.It is not Politicians or the Western World economies nor the RICH mineral opulence and exploits in Africa that can do it.We need to face the understanding and reality of the spiritual and physical works today as never before......God bless Y'all
Cheers to the glasses, your host: KINGs OmoZore
This titled article 'll run for a few weeks subsequently by God's grace.Look forward to it.Can my globally increasing readership views do me the favour of dropping COMMENTS please inorder that i may not become complacent, I just wanna keep up standards.Kindly leave a honest comment or more.Thank you's in advance.////I Was met to post this yesterday but couldn't,because my pretty and kind hearted mother passed on to greater glory to join the good Lord. Rest in peace mum till we meet to part no more.Just praying for the grace of God to see us all her nucleic family through this period...its so hard and indescribably devastating.But mum lived an excellent life with good kids & my Dad.Typing with tears...I 've no idea of what am doing,I don't know if these tears 'll ever stop; just hope it does with a bit of wisdom, the whole world seems hollow and I feel empty inside of me at the same time with a bit of vulnerability!
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
At the Toby's one..BLOG 18
Tuesday's a regular evenings with mates at Toby's Restaurant, so basically this article is the out and about with mates at Toby's.The outing starts with either of us volunteering to do the pick ups.Drew normally likes to pick me up, for certain reasons,firstly because he enjoys the cheeky side of me and he loves our endless intellectual laughs about the right/left wings of the global political divide, coupled with taking the meeky and talking realistically as proper business men.Drew is essentially a great mate , we drive in his fairly used dark coloured, 2012 Diesel Autobiograph Rover Sport 3.0SDV6 a cool £54 grand, i tease the car as a smooth running but a skipping white Horse.Here and right now i can't praise Drew enough, an english man with a conscious awareness of the awesome omnipresence nature of the Holy Spirit.He is extremely witty and down to earth.He walks with a bow and enjoys people describing him as the replica split image resemblance of actor and comedian Ricky Gervais,who was once globally famed as the most handsome man in the world.For me i just know that some women may be gorgeous,but as per a man been handsome? i will say that i don't know.Right, all he plays in the multi-CD loader in his ride are christian music in form of calypso,jazz, soul,African contemporary music by christians including Efe.Actually ,i first heard and learnt about Efe, the Nigerian-Benin city chap through Drew and he showed it to me via Youtubing and another day i was literally having a christian music talk with buddy Scottish man Frankie when he spoke about Efe .Another time and place was when a Hong Kong friend of mine made reference about same musician/artiste.
We got into the venue, parked at the car park, walked in,waited and all ten buddies came in.We were given the electronic device which beeps when the table and comfortable corners we desire is ready.First we stand talking to one another, take the meeky on ourselves, some talk about Rugby(i need to confess,am not a fan), some others talk about Cricket(am also not a huge fan,why? because the name sounds to me like, as if someone is calling the name:insect.Check it///Cricket, insect!).A handful of us talk about football and others narrowed it to David Beckhams moving to PSG and his entire financial dealings going to charity organisations.One of our mates was like ''Do you know Beckhams manager must be a genius?''.Another friend queries 'how do you mean?'.The genius makes David Beckham receive more money deals, by simply publicly declaring himself that he (David Becks) will be giving all his PSG proceeds to charity.Apparently Beckham will receive a huge financial return from other sources, e.g million dollars adverts due to the fact that he is a brand.Everyone goes muted and sober in thought.Basically wondering the possibility of our friends guess work been relevant and even true or possibly totally untrue.Well i was busy sipping my Coca Cola as i don't engage in noisy talks that may get into a blind argument forever, most especially as Beckham and Posh are possibly sleeping peacefully in one of their numerous mansions around the globe.The cold is enough for me, i cannot afford to take-in paracetamol for a super-rich pant displaying footballer.Sorry not this outing today,you should 've tried harder before today!
Surprisingly to me it was Max's BD.Matt is a reserve,almost quiet buddy of ours.He enjoys playing football with us at the basketball in-door games court which we love playing each sunday evenings,honestly i 'd slipped and fell massively the other day.The birthday cake arrives and we are all wishing him a happy birthday.Max seems all joy,relax and confident because all of us his close pals are present.Then came in Sam, the slimmer married bachelor as i would describe to tease him.Sam admires my style of thinking and contributing to whatever we discuss from time to time as a whole group,so he ensures he sits nearer to me on the dinner table as possibly as he can.Frankly i am not so sure if he is married or not, but so he claims to be.He is so friendly by nature, also very playful.He can even make senior men like us to play hide and seek game.Sam also enjoys a loud laugh.A few times when we are out during winter in the car park, Sam is usually the first to throw Snow balls at me and others.So cheeky for a man.But it is all good fun.
Jack is Drew's son, a very sweet personality.He is most of the time well behaved, not just because his dad is about; but i think it is his good nature to respect people.He is absolutely courteous in the way and manner he relates to any of us.Jack isn't the youngest among us, i think he is simply well brought up to respect himself.Once in a while he likes to express his recent experiences or escapades to us all.So on this day, he seems to have choosen to discuss a bit about the club visit the previous weekend hence he met his old high school classmate,a girl.This school mate of Jack works as a Pole dancer nowadays and according to Jack she was at work the weekend Jack attended the club.He obviously felt embarassed about the job of his ex-classmate.The Pole dancer was a normal shy chic barely 8 years ago.He said if he was told by someone that the girl is a pole dancer, he would have shut the persons mouth up and closed.When he said that we all went laughing really loud.Other families and individuals in the Cavery wondered with admiration, our gathering of laughs, gigglings and extreme excitement.Some of us actually notice certain cute dudes and birds turning their heads, as we enjoyed our meal and sipped off drinks.
Well at some point ,while we all queued and had our roast beef,turkey,lamb, as the case maybe.Two of the men were baffled that it seems their beef slices was smaller with the new Chef serving for the evening.There is a bit of un-satisfaction about the sliced beef.I then had to chip in some words of succour , so i reminded the guys that there is no appropriate and precise measurement to slice any form of meat.They just have to be pleased with the slices from the new chef ,everyone laughed as i 'd chipped in those words in a joking manner.Some of the men simply walked away peacefully and quitely to rejoin the long que all the way from behind, literally all over.In the process of sipping some chilled cold drinks, Josh got choked due to his uncontrolled series of laughter and incessant giggles attempting to cover his mouth with one of his hands.His glass practically fell off his hands and so lucky for him, it didn't break on the marble floor.One of the men did say that the glass did not break because the floor is too warm with grilled temperature.Ha,ha,ha everyone in the long que including strangers and new comers went along.
Drew did made what i will call a wild hilarious conversation with me when he saw someone in a que.Drew said-'the man's partner is funny'...i said-'how?' Drew-'she's just funny'..i then added-'but in what way?'.Drew replied 'Ok she is funny, i don't mean funny ha,ha'....i said 'so it means funny weired.Drew replied:'Yes funny weired, funny mad' and then i said :'i see now'..Lol we did together for several minutes.While each person walked to our sitting alloted corner, somebody reminded us that the gravy tastes goaty, another suggested that it tastes everything apart from chicken heart.I told them that when they are all gentlemanly seated the gravy will taste their respective natural ingredient characters, they all went completely hilarious.Ideally it is always a pleasure to be together as close friends and most importantly it's an excellent time with the roast dinner and puddings at Toby's cavery i must say....Watch Out for :Eastend Africana!!
Cheers everyone!
Our Lord Jesus Christ is good all the time,have you giving Him a thought about acceptance
today? please do.
Your host as always...Kings OmoZore writes from ,White City;West London.
CURRENCIES is not always about money....LOL.(1) ''i used to eat pasta with strawberry jam''-Holly Willo 18-03-2013 /// No thanks Holly,you may also like to try a bowl of Porridge & garlic spices. (2)What's the point of Academy Pri. Schools?Parents don't want it, kids don't want it, community don't want it, academic staffs don't want it, even the Squirrels in sch fields are saying they don't want it because it 'll give dem more nuts.... in my candid opine as a parent , all the pri. schools in England are great.(3)The other day, i was passing by & i overheard some1 telling an officer of how he has been defrauded of £20.Twenty what,what???? hmm,you are wasting the officers time, just go & find out from 'ur teen kids at home/// and the big terminology 'fraud' why not just say stole or nick.CLOWN!!!!!!
We got into the venue, parked at the car park, walked in,waited and all ten buddies came in.We were given the electronic device which beeps when the table and comfortable corners we desire is ready.First we stand talking to one another, take the meeky on ourselves, some talk about Rugby(i need to confess,am not a fan), some others talk about Cricket(am also not a huge fan,why? because the name sounds to me like, as if someone is calling the name:insect.Check it///Cricket, insect!).A handful of us talk about football and others narrowed it to David Beckhams moving to PSG and his entire financial dealings going to charity organisations.One of our mates was like ''Do you know Beckhams manager must be a genius?''.Another friend queries 'how do you mean?'.The genius makes David Beckham receive more money deals, by simply publicly declaring himself that he (David Becks) will be giving all his PSG proceeds to charity.Apparently Beckham will receive a huge financial return from other sources, e.g million dollars adverts due to the fact that he is a brand.Everyone goes muted and sober in thought.Basically wondering the possibility of our friends guess work been relevant and even true or possibly totally untrue.Well i was busy sipping my Coca Cola as i don't engage in noisy talks that may get into a blind argument forever, most especially as Beckham and Posh are possibly sleeping peacefully in one of their numerous mansions around the globe.The cold is enough for me, i cannot afford to take-in paracetamol for a super-rich pant displaying footballer.Sorry not this outing today,you should 've tried harder before today!
Surprisingly to me it was Max's BD.Matt is a reserve,almost quiet buddy of ours.He enjoys playing football with us at the basketball in-door games court which we love playing each sunday evenings,honestly i 'd slipped and fell massively the other day.The birthday cake arrives and we are all wishing him a happy birthday.Max seems all joy,relax and confident because all of us his close pals are present.Then came in Sam, the slimmer married bachelor as i would describe to tease him.Sam admires my style of thinking and contributing to whatever we discuss from time to time as a whole group,so he ensures he sits nearer to me on the dinner table as possibly as he can.Frankly i am not so sure if he is married or not, but so he claims to be.He is so friendly by nature, also very playful.He can even make senior men like us to play hide and seek game.Sam also enjoys a loud laugh.A few times when we are out during winter in the car park, Sam is usually the first to throw Snow balls at me and others.So cheeky for a man.But it is all good fun.
Jack is Drew's son, a very sweet personality.He is most of the time well behaved, not just because his dad is about; but i think it is his good nature to respect people.He is absolutely courteous in the way and manner he relates to any of us.Jack isn't the youngest among us, i think he is simply well brought up to respect himself.Once in a while he likes to express his recent experiences or escapades to us all.So on this day, he seems to have choosen to discuss a bit about the club visit the previous weekend hence he met his old high school classmate,a girl.This school mate of Jack works as a Pole dancer nowadays and according to Jack she was at work the weekend Jack attended the club.He obviously felt embarassed about the job of his ex-classmate.The Pole dancer was a normal shy chic barely 8 years ago.He said if he was told by someone that the girl is a pole dancer, he would have shut the persons mouth up and closed.When he said that we all went laughing really loud.Other families and individuals in the Cavery wondered with admiration, our gathering of laughs, gigglings and extreme excitement.Some of us actually notice certain cute dudes and birds turning their heads, as we enjoyed our meal and sipped off drinks.
Well at some point ,while we all queued and had our roast beef,turkey,lamb, as the case maybe.Two of the men were baffled that it seems their beef slices was smaller with the new Chef serving for the evening.There is a bit of un-satisfaction about the sliced beef.I then had to chip in some words of succour , so i reminded the guys that there is no appropriate and precise measurement to slice any form of meat.They just have to be pleased with the slices from the new chef ,everyone laughed as i 'd chipped in those words in a joking manner.Some of the men simply walked away peacefully and quitely to rejoin the long que all the way from behind, literally all over.In the process of sipping some chilled cold drinks, Josh got choked due to his uncontrolled series of laughter and incessant giggles attempting to cover his mouth with one of his hands.His glass practically fell off his hands and so lucky for him, it didn't break on the marble floor.One of the men did say that the glass did not break because the floor is too warm with grilled temperature.Ha,ha,ha everyone in the long que including strangers and new comers went along.
Drew did made what i will call a wild hilarious conversation with me when he saw someone in a que.Drew said-'the man's partner is funny'...i said-'how?' Drew-'she's just funny'..i then added-'but in what way?'.Drew replied 'Ok she is funny, i don't mean funny ha,ha'....i said 'so it means funny weired.Drew replied:'Yes funny weired, funny mad' and then i said :'i see now'..Lol we did together for several minutes.While each person walked to our sitting alloted corner, somebody reminded us that the gravy tastes goaty, another suggested that it tastes everything apart from chicken heart.I told them that when they are all gentlemanly seated the gravy will taste their respective natural ingredient characters, they all went completely hilarious.Ideally it is always a pleasure to be together as close friends and most importantly it's an excellent time with the roast dinner and puddings at Toby's cavery i must say....Watch Out for :Eastend Africana!!
Cheers everyone!
Our Lord Jesus Christ is good all the time,have you giving Him a thought about acceptance
today? please do.
Your host as always...Kings OmoZore writes from ,White City;West London.
CURRENCIES is not always about money....LOL.(1) ''i used to eat pasta with strawberry jam''-Holly Willo 18-03-2013 /// No thanks Holly,you may also like to try a bowl of Porridge & garlic spices. (2)What's the point of Academy Pri. Schools?Parents don't want it, kids don't want it, community don't want it, academic staffs don't want it, even the Squirrels in sch fields are saying they don't want it because it 'll give dem more nuts.... in my candid opine as a parent , all the pri. schools in England are great.(3)The other day, i was passing by & i overheard some1 telling an officer of how he has been defrauded of £20.Twenty what,what???? hmm,you are wasting the officers time, just go & find out from 'ur teen kids at home/// and the big terminology 'fraud' why not just say stole or nick.CLOWN!!!!!!
Monday, 11 March 2013
Towards a Better Political world. BLOG 17
Merely having a casual conversation with somebody the other day, she said to me that you are blogging all the time ? You are just acting as a small boy (in my mind i quickly thought to myself she is from Slovakia, she isn't an African because Nigerian ladies are quick to call older peeps small boys,oops!).Further down the conversation she said, you can't change politics if that is what you are frequently discussing there,can you? I then replied innocently and as amiable as i can ; like the docile school boy she described me to be by saying : it is not necessarily wholly about changing politics.It is about making a possible proactive contribution to the world of politics.As if she was warming up, next she said naively that by the way do you think you alone can change the global landscape of politics?.At this point she practically sounded as a hardliner inquisitor,i replied peacefully again by saying there are millions of people out there making and playing their positive part too.Some are even more daring and vicious staging a tell off to heads of nations.Weakened in her charge, she said to me : You are not gonna make money from this.I asked: Really? Why would you think it is about money making venture in the first place.It is not about making money or not making money, it is about passion, sharing thoughts, a drive towards a better humane world.When i said that, i could imagine her shaking her head on the other side of the phone as if to say he doesn't know what he is talking about, perhaps he is truly childish in his thinking.A couple of minutes later, she took a definitive stand by letting me know that i can't change the world due to the fact that there are plenty of corrupt politicians across the societal world.Hmm i paused deeply to myself, but i reassured the me in me that i should know that there are corrupt politicians everywhere.Hmm i paused again and this time even with a deeper breathe.Her charges and stand never bothered me if i must say because the awareness that there are millions of politicians across the huge societal world does not stop people like my humble self from writing and acting to counteract and nullify their antics.I couldn't even remember for a second , until now about the saying that evil triumph when good men do absolutely nothing.
Quite frankly ,knowledge , literacy and the application of knowledge has great strength, but what is even more powerful without the fear factor is when as a lettered person you pick up a pen to draft an untitled article for publication.You consider all things important , firstly the facts and figures, the public audience, the readers mood in a global society as ours and thirdly the consequential impacts.Once in a while you pray that the impact doesn't backfires especially in real sentimental terms on controversial topics.But what you will never consider is the fear of incarceration or any other bonkers activities.Do you know why? firstly,it is about how clear your conscience is, secondly it is about your personal conviction about the just in societal issues.Thirdly it is about the fact that you are doing a goodwill which is obviously not selfish and can possibly cause a generational shift to a movement of great mindsets.A mind for good governance and closure to global ills like mass poverty.At such times when you decide to pick up your ipad to draft a blog all that you can realise is how powerful it could be to be able to write to communicate a sane ideology to fertile- like minds for the good of the global world.There is absolutely no fear anywhere near you.Can i also say that when you believe in the Holy Spirit, that even helps you to overcome those fears the more and it further secures you.
What is your motive , your drive , your political conviction? Once you are peaceful about all the relevant answers to all these queries the next process in your heart should be how genuine and realistic are these motives?.Are you enabling a better drive towards freeing a people? There are questions and answers.Be positive and realistic about these kind of stuffy lines.In this world there will always be good guys and bad guys.Good cop, bad cop as the saying goes.But they can be sorted once there is a will, and if you like they can be sorted once there is a political will to do so.The generic will of the people is so vital.It is never as difficult as it may seem.There is no pretence whatsoever that the political challenges facing the entire planetary societies are complex, but what is not complex is the glaring will power to sort out evil in the global society.Remember the Civil Rights movement just over 40 years ago.Today a black man is in the White House.Forget about what some confusionist are saying, that Barack isn't the first black man,he is the first mixed race Prez of the WH.Such people are clearly delusional in their silly talk.Anyway, back to the Civil Rights movement,suffice to say that the dividends of the Civil Rights movement seems to have come in a jiffy time.Yes it may look so now, because; there was a movement in the first place.It all started with one mind, one human and then a gathering of minds with a will to achieve a big dream.
When will the above dream be achieved no one knew.Will the dream itself be achieved at all no one knew as well.Yet there was a resolved mind of a group of renaissance people to change the rules of the game in order to achieve a better and a much fairer world.I remember the lady i talked earlier on about asking me if i was blogging due to democracy and she said there is no democracy anywhere on the planet earth.That supposition from her did struck a bit of my thinking. I will humbly say that she mocked a bit of my thinking cap.Democracy not anywhere in the world??? If that is so true, how did the world get here in the first place ? The Holocaust would have since closed-in on the vast generations of the world.I arrogantly bluffed that verbal charge from her, when i simply remembered the Holocaust age where 5 million Jews and 6 million people from other race were killed, i mean that was the recorded numbers; i then concluded that she was the one that was blatantly childish.She is pink girly in her thinking and not me.I am a man and i should be manned enough to boldly define my stand on a move towards a better world.It's not a chauvinistic issue by any means possible, after all Rosa Parks was a woman.Mother Teresa was a woman also.I simply don't need any fishy smell like hers around my thinking.
Conclusively, in rebelling against her gross liabilities and baggages i understood right away that if everyone on the globe were doing things without principles then it means that we all would have been so bored to the bone.Same deadly actions all the time.That i thought would have been described as living in a parallel world.We all would have been alien in character and practise.
Thank you Jesus Christ for these thoughts and my increasing readership views.Its amazing!
Have a great evening everyone.
Could you leave a comment & name pls
just as feedback values.
Your host as always..KINGS 'Zore.
Want some joke????
Ok tell a typical African to pronounce the word : Axle
He will end up sounding like he said : Ass h*le !
Have a laugh, you gatto....
UP COMING ARTICLES: Watch out for Eastend Africana....
Quite frankly ,knowledge , literacy and the application of knowledge has great strength, but what is even more powerful without the fear factor is when as a lettered person you pick up a pen to draft an untitled article for publication.You consider all things important , firstly the facts and figures, the public audience, the readers mood in a global society as ours and thirdly the consequential impacts.Once in a while you pray that the impact doesn't backfires especially in real sentimental terms on controversial topics.But what you will never consider is the fear of incarceration or any other bonkers activities.Do you know why? firstly,it is about how clear your conscience is, secondly it is about your personal conviction about the just in societal issues.Thirdly it is about the fact that you are doing a goodwill which is obviously not selfish and can possibly cause a generational shift to a movement of great mindsets.A mind for good governance and closure to global ills like mass poverty.At such times when you decide to pick up your ipad to draft a blog all that you can realise is how powerful it could be to be able to write to communicate a sane ideology to fertile- like minds for the good of the global world.There is absolutely no fear anywhere near you.Can i also say that when you believe in the Holy Spirit, that even helps you to overcome those fears the more and it further secures you.
What is your motive , your drive , your political conviction? Once you are peaceful about all the relevant answers to all these queries the next process in your heart should be how genuine and realistic are these motives?.Are you enabling a better drive towards freeing a people? There are questions and answers.Be positive and realistic about these kind of stuffy lines.In this world there will always be good guys and bad guys.Good cop, bad cop as the saying goes.But they can be sorted once there is a will, and if you like they can be sorted once there is a political will to do so.The generic will of the people is so vital.It is never as difficult as it may seem.There is no pretence whatsoever that the political challenges facing the entire planetary societies are complex, but what is not complex is the glaring will power to sort out evil in the global society.Remember the Civil Rights movement just over 40 years ago.Today a black man is in the White House.Forget about what some confusionist are saying, that Barack isn't the first black man,he is the first mixed race Prez of the WH.Such people are clearly delusional in their silly talk.Anyway, back to the Civil Rights movement,suffice to say that the dividends of the Civil Rights movement seems to have come in a jiffy time.Yes it may look so now, because; there was a movement in the first place.It all started with one mind, one human and then a gathering of minds with a will to achieve a big dream.
When will the above dream be achieved no one knew.Will the dream itself be achieved at all no one knew as well.Yet there was a resolved mind of a group of renaissance people to change the rules of the game in order to achieve a better and a much fairer world.I remember the lady i talked earlier on about asking me if i was blogging due to democracy and she said there is no democracy anywhere on the planet earth.That supposition from her did struck a bit of my thinking. I will humbly say that she mocked a bit of my thinking cap.Democracy not anywhere in the world??? If that is so true, how did the world get here in the first place ? The Holocaust would have since closed-in on the vast generations of the world.I arrogantly bluffed that verbal charge from her, when i simply remembered the Holocaust age where 5 million Jews and 6 million people from other race were killed, i mean that was the recorded numbers; i then concluded that she was the one that was blatantly childish.She is pink girly in her thinking and not me.I am a man and i should be manned enough to boldly define my stand on a move towards a better world.It's not a chauvinistic issue by any means possible, after all Rosa Parks was a woman.Mother Teresa was a woman also.I simply don't need any fishy smell like hers around my thinking.
Conclusively, in rebelling against her gross liabilities and baggages i understood right away that if everyone on the globe were doing things without principles then it means that we all would have been so bored to the bone.Same deadly actions all the time.That i thought would have been described as living in a parallel world.We all would have been alien in character and practise.
Thank you Jesus Christ for these thoughts and my increasing readership views.Its amazing!
Have a great evening everyone.
Could you leave a comment & name pls
just as feedback values.
Your host as always..KINGS 'Zore.
Want some joke????
Ok tell a typical African to pronounce the word : Axle
He will end up sounding like he said : Ass h*le !
Have a laugh, you gatto....
UP COMING ARTICLES: Watch out for Eastend Africana....
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
Hilary-us . BLOG 16
I have seen lot of hilarious people in this world.Had this acquittance who in an attempt to say the word captain,he ends up pronouncing a different thing entirely.He pronounces the word captain as ''caftain''.He is a football pundit .In such times as a fresh concluded match, he is even worse most especially if anyone dares argue with him,he will blame everybody including the whole world.Unfortunately he is an avid supporter of Arsenal fc.The thing is he sees nothing wrong with 'Prof Wenger'.In his opine the captain is the messiah for goal scoring.He will repeat the word caftain uncontrollably to the point that people will be laughing at him and he thinks that he's winning the argument.
There was this other dude who was a fake stammerer.Wow,what a drama king.A pundit for Ping pong.His world is the table tennis and nothing else.As he stresses his point over his verdict of a match played, everyone around must listen otherwise they are doomed for a psycho drama.There was this particular day when he was interrupted by a stranger in his ''commentary''.As my guy the stammerer was putting his point across,he was quite frankly;rudely interrupted.Hush,oh, he climaxed in anger and went kicking the floor as he continued hammering his Ping pong analysis.He hitted the floor with his foot countless number of times.Talking on top of his voice,even though everybody was hearing him clearly without complaining.He does fake up his stammering when he desperately wants to have his way.
Passing through a country side the other time with a buddy,we saw a speedy Fox pursuing another in a randy-like fashion.I wittingly shouted 'bush meat' and my buddy said : yes shoot it ! We bursted with so much laughter.Funny enough he is an English man.The hilarious part was that it's never ever going to be possible for a Fox to be a form of meat , not to talk of bush meat by any chance.So that got us really belly bottom cracked.
Had this Aunt of mine, who even though she is an American elite,enjoys to be witty and cheeky.She loves saying things in an uncultured manner.She defies the rules of conventional English statements and sentences.She goes like ''the two both of you'' should come for dinner tonight.What?? a new encountering person with her will quickly ask.Then she will repeat, ''the two both of you heard me''.
Growing up, i had loads of friends from every nook and cranny of the buzzing city.Among them was this extremely down to earth guy.He never cared a thing about looking good.He smelled different race food, i mean today he may smell Mediterranean, another day Asian curry, and another day fish eating Africans.And another day he can possibly smell as the fart of British cheese.He was literally a defiance of acceptable norms.Basically all he cared about was waking up from his bed and right away from that moment finding his buddies.That was his utmost task and priority for his day.From that point fun begins from there onwards.He is till date one of the funniest persons i ever met as a friend.Currently residing permanently in Spain.Back in the day,he comes straight to our family house, he will give a big bang knocking at the gate entrance and ensures he overdraws the attention of the security man at the aforementioned main entrance.Once he is satisfied that the security man is upset, he tells off the same security gentleman and demands for the reason why the man did not know that he is visiting.This friend of mine can leave his house which was about a 30 minutes walking distance, with his pyjamas dressing on him and a pair of desert slippers on his foot.That was my crazy friend, he never bothered and couldn't be bothered.Apparently, at the onset my younger ones and the gate man didn't know his name; and consequently they started describing him as Benny slippers.Why? they said he wears slippers and pyjamas most of the time.
During the teen years as my gang of buddies started to keep girlfriends we did experienced loads of weirdo's .In the name of fashionista, knickers was and glaringly has always been envoge, most specifically during hot weather conditions.Once upon a time, there was this chic, undeniably gorgeous without a shadow of doubt who was seeing me at the time.She was terribly fond of wearing Knickers, micro-mini skirts e.t.c. But most noticeably was her set of coloured knickers all branded with a tiny well fashioned out piece of padlock.I mean padlock !!! Yes these gold plated padlock were designed hanging on a belt-hole.Don't worry it was simply fashion madness, but you know what? My friends nicknamed her : Padlocking Chic. Honestly, we all used to laugh about it together behind the scene, because in the first place the more i got angry with my friends about asking them to stop taking the meeky the more they took the meeky and monkeyed up a tease.The good thing was that even though all efforts to stop them was futile, they didn't laugh at her to her face.They were cow boys, am i allowed to call them horse boys?
Arrived home for a weekend trip.I asked for a favour for the hand washing of a few designer coloured sensitive clothes,stupid fowl mouthed Tommy Hilfinger! The washing machine itself was broken as an ailing donkey.Someone volunteered to give a helping hand knowing fully well that i will tip him some cash.Consequently i went to join the rest of the family in the main living room as the washing was been done at the utility.Next thing we heard was a loud noise of hurt ''hotel stick, hotel stick''.''Uncle, uncu...hotel stick'' ''He,he,huu,huu''.And so we all swiftly moved and rushed to the utility area and demanded: Jolly what's the matter with you? Jolly still hurting badly and crying, brought out a tooth pick from one of the trouser pockets.Sadly but funny enough he had single handedly renamed the tooth pick as 'hotel stick' due to his poor English fluency.We all really felt sorry for him though, but the renaming was hilary-us! Hilarious!!
Oopsidaisy, Sirens! Oh my goodness they drive me nuts.So annoyingly loud.Whats the point? it is too loud for crying out loud.Yes ,Sirens, that's a typical case of over crying out loud.Ambulance ,Fire service,Police e.t.c. Gossh the radius of sound coverage in distance is completely bonkers. Ambulance for instance might be blowing over a kilometre away and it is as if it is just 100 centimetres near.Why is it so?? because they are digitally programmed, they have no volume control; that's a bizarre you would think.No one can underestimate or overestimate the Health and Safety importance of these Sirens for traffic regulatory objectives.But the point is , it is high time that the manufacturers should as a matter of relevance to H & S too, design an effective volume control for it.There is no point disturbing people in their privacy comfort with the long distance radius of sirens.There's no need.It should be heard a couple of reasonable distance by the road users in traffic stream and not long radiuses in thousands of metres away by non-traffic individuals.Not a fair occurrences at all.The most palpable part of Sirens is that over time they can damage the ear drums and it has a psychological impart on humans, because even after five minutes of a Siren been blown pass a road network, it still replays repeatedly in your ears psychologically.
Jesus Christ is Lord for eternity.Accept Him & deal with it.
Have a fanta-bulous day,
Your host as always....Kings OmoZore.
*Still laughing about the padlocking Chic Knickers? yeah, Hmm, ok am just wondering if these named Pudding below is wearing a knicker also: Knickerbocker Glory Sundae.Seems this one is even worse than the chic herself, because this Knicker seems wearing a shoe bockle from its name.
**Rocky Road Sundae...ah,ha,ha.If the road is rocky what could possibly be the point of eating the Pudding.That might be tantamount to rocky road Pudding drink driving..
***How about this...W. Rooney on £1,000.000.000 a wink? No a week ! Alright then whatta difference b/w a wink and a week? Yummy easyjet bucks.
There was this other dude who was a fake stammerer.Wow,what a drama king.A pundit for Ping pong.His world is the table tennis and nothing else.As he stresses his point over his verdict of a match played, everyone around must listen otherwise they are doomed for a psycho drama.There was this particular day when he was interrupted by a stranger in his ''commentary''.As my guy the stammerer was putting his point across,he was quite frankly;rudely interrupted.Hush,oh, he climaxed in anger and went kicking the floor as he continued hammering his Ping pong analysis.He hitted the floor with his foot countless number of times.Talking on top of his voice,even though everybody was hearing him clearly without complaining.He does fake up his stammering when he desperately wants to have his way.
Passing through a country side the other time with a buddy,we saw a speedy Fox pursuing another in a randy-like fashion.I wittingly shouted 'bush meat' and my buddy said : yes shoot it ! We bursted with so much laughter.Funny enough he is an English man.The hilarious part was that it's never ever going to be possible for a Fox to be a form of meat , not to talk of bush meat by any chance.So that got us really belly bottom cracked.
Had this Aunt of mine, who even though she is an American elite,enjoys to be witty and cheeky.She loves saying things in an uncultured manner.She defies the rules of conventional English statements and sentences.She goes like ''the two both of you'' should come for dinner tonight.What?? a new encountering person with her will quickly ask.Then she will repeat, ''the two both of you heard me''.
Growing up, i had loads of friends from every nook and cranny of the buzzing city.Among them was this extremely down to earth guy.He never cared a thing about looking good.He smelled different race food, i mean today he may smell Mediterranean, another day Asian curry, and another day fish eating Africans.And another day he can possibly smell as the fart of British cheese.He was literally a defiance of acceptable norms.Basically all he cared about was waking up from his bed and right away from that moment finding his buddies.That was his utmost task and priority for his day.From that point fun begins from there onwards.He is till date one of the funniest persons i ever met as a friend.Currently residing permanently in Spain.Back in the day,he comes straight to our family house, he will give a big bang knocking at the gate entrance and ensures he overdraws the attention of the security man at the aforementioned main entrance.Once he is satisfied that the security man is upset, he tells off the same security gentleman and demands for the reason why the man did not know that he is visiting.This friend of mine can leave his house which was about a 30 minutes walking distance, with his pyjamas dressing on him and a pair of desert slippers on his foot.That was my crazy friend, he never bothered and couldn't be bothered.Apparently, at the onset my younger ones and the gate man didn't know his name; and consequently they started describing him as Benny slippers.Why? they said he wears slippers and pyjamas most of the time.
During the teen years as my gang of buddies started to keep girlfriends we did experienced loads of weirdo's .In the name of fashionista, knickers was and glaringly has always been envoge, most specifically during hot weather conditions.Once upon a time, there was this chic, undeniably gorgeous without a shadow of doubt who was seeing me at the time.She was terribly fond of wearing Knickers, micro-mini skirts e.t.c. But most noticeably was her set of coloured knickers all branded with a tiny well fashioned out piece of padlock.I mean padlock !!! Yes these gold plated padlock were designed hanging on a belt-hole.Don't worry it was simply fashion madness, but you know what? My friends nicknamed her : Padlocking Chic. Honestly, we all used to laugh about it together behind the scene, because in the first place the more i got angry with my friends about asking them to stop taking the meeky the more they took the meeky and monkeyed up a tease.The good thing was that even though all efforts to stop them was futile, they didn't laugh at her to her face.They were cow boys, am i allowed to call them horse boys?
Arrived home for a weekend trip.I asked for a favour for the hand washing of a few designer coloured sensitive clothes,stupid fowl mouthed Tommy Hilfinger! The washing machine itself was broken as an ailing donkey.Someone volunteered to give a helping hand knowing fully well that i will tip him some cash.Consequently i went to join the rest of the family in the main living room as the washing was been done at the utility.Next thing we heard was a loud noise of hurt ''hotel stick, hotel stick''.''Uncle, uncu...hotel stick'' ''He,he,huu,huu''.And so we all swiftly moved and rushed to the utility area and demanded: Jolly what's the matter with you? Jolly still hurting badly and crying, brought out a tooth pick from one of the trouser pockets.Sadly but funny enough he had single handedly renamed the tooth pick as 'hotel stick' due to his poor English fluency.We all really felt sorry for him though, but the renaming was hilary-us! Hilarious!!
Oopsidaisy, Sirens! Oh my goodness they drive me nuts.So annoyingly loud.Whats the point? it is too loud for crying out loud.Yes ,Sirens, that's a typical case of over crying out loud.Ambulance ,Fire service,Police e.t.c. Gossh the radius of sound coverage in distance is completely bonkers. Ambulance for instance might be blowing over a kilometre away and it is as if it is just 100 centimetres near.Why is it so?? because they are digitally programmed, they have no volume control; that's a bizarre you would think.No one can underestimate or overestimate the Health and Safety importance of these Sirens for traffic regulatory objectives.But the point is , it is high time that the manufacturers should as a matter of relevance to H & S too, design an effective volume control for it.There is no point disturbing people in their privacy comfort with the long distance radius of sirens.There's no need.It should be heard a couple of reasonable distance by the road users in traffic stream and not long radiuses in thousands of metres away by non-traffic individuals.Not a fair occurrences at all.The most palpable part of Sirens is that over time they can damage the ear drums and it has a psychological impart on humans, because even after five minutes of a Siren been blown pass a road network, it still replays repeatedly in your ears psychologically.
Jesus Christ is Lord for eternity.Accept Him & deal with it.
Have a fanta-bulous day,
Your host as always....Kings OmoZore.
*Still laughing about the padlocking Chic Knickers? yeah, Hmm, ok am just wondering if these named Pudding below is wearing a knicker also: Knickerbocker Glory Sundae.Seems this one is even worse than the chic herself, because this Knicker seems wearing a shoe bockle from its name.
**Rocky Road Sundae...ah,ha,ha.If the road is rocky what could possibly be the point of eating the Pudding.That might be tantamount to rocky road Pudding drink driving..
***How about this...W. Rooney on £1,000.000.000 a wink? No a week ! Alright then whatta difference b/w a wink and a week? Yummy easyjet bucks.
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