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 !

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.