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!
Tuesday 26 March 2013
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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