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!!
Saturday, 1 June 2013
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.
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
Reckon What??? BLOG 15
On an of and on a journey at juggling Stratford, i was on my way transiting from the days routine at about 17.45p.m and dressed in the usual stuff for formalities, the only unique difference was that i was looking money.If you render services in the city, there is a tendency for you to look money full-on and if you don't that is your prerogative and most probably the gradual demise of the pro prospects in you.Perception and first time impressions is a vital tool in the city circles.After all in Australia your height can positively add up to how pro you are,if you are a short lady you may likely be considered less pro and if you are tall you are assumably preferable as walking tall with shoulders high is a professional quality.Be that as it may,i was on the platform trying to change route,such times as users know; could be irritable 'cos it is dead busy, peak commune times.The leather bag i was carrying had the likes of Waterstones and therefore was incredibly heavy.All i needed to do was for the tube T to stop and i hop in.
While still waiting on the platform as the T was going to be there in 5 minutes.There was these two guys who seems to have appeared from nowhere other than the wilderness.Both of them literally began to dangle behind me as ghost images,first to my back left hand side and afterwards to my back right hand side.I was trying hard to avoid turning a whole body 360 degrees just to look at a stranger.Doing such turns at times could be very uncivilised as you can make someone embarrassed,especially ladies.The dangling momentum from both boys continued repeatedly and at split seconds, spontaneously too.At some point i looked at the rear towards the boys,they quickly turned and looked away with their hawky eyes as if to act like they are purposefully waiting for the tube train as everybody around was doing.
A few seconds i overhead one vocally telling the other about their strategic move.Basically the plan was for one to run downstairs into the deep floors of the station to my left while the other does the same but in the right opposite end of the tube station.Having overhead their mischievous plans and caught their eyes rolling as an Owl, coupled with their evil outlandish body languages; i decided to brave up myself.I speedily travelled in my mind,thinking to myself how daringly desperate the boys are to ignore CCTV images and live footing snapshots in a busy S'ford international, which in 7 years is going to become the major venue for the 2012 London Olympics.I felt pathetic for their souls.They appeared in their mischief activities as reptiles to me.
All suddenly i started feeling calm and anxious.I got sweaty too,i didn't care .I pretended like i had no idea of what they were about to embark upon.However i was simply waiting for that golden Olympic moment when one or both of the pick pocketer and bag snatchers will make a satanic move.I stood firm like an Olympus.Consciously alert like a Russian Red Army on a standby, waiting for an instruction to launch attack on an enemy.Thoughts of a British gentleman rushed through my emotions,'yeah just tell dem off''. Another thought said to me 'be a warrior,why should you chicken out if they try to mess up with your stuff''.How dare they? 'don't they know that you have killed two imaginary lions with your bare hands before, are they crazy; young rattle snakes.' All these thoughts flowed through my mind.
Meanwhile in a matter of seconds and minutes, the boys were busy body languaging themselves.I wanted to simply walk away and go to the main station floor downstairs, but on a reviewed thought i decided that it might be a more dangerous thing to do than repositioning myself where i am, afterall crowdy commuters are there too but dispersed a bit.Within jiffy moments the rudest of the two said to the other ''you reckon?''.Instantly i knew that means two actions, firstly they have concluded, secondly they will be striking their B52 Bomber fingers in less than a micro-sec time.So what did i do?, trust a city lad from the rubber tree hoods and sunny woodlands of Africa.I turned myself around like a an ex-military veteran and voiced out in the most bravest manner ''Reckon what??? ''.The next line of action i saw was that both imbeciles fled from me and the station platform itself like two collared headed Reptilia lizards from the sudanese hot deserts.
I won the battle and the race of breathe.The ladies on the platforms with high heeled stiletto shoes leaning on the pillars,with long eye lashes popped out their eyes in amazement of the way the boys ran away.Some men closest to me in striped stone cold, double breasted suits nodded their heads in outright pity for the no future ambition(NFA) boys.An old lady walked up to me and whispered:Reckon what??? and i smiled exhaustively while hopping into the tube train which arrived at the nick of time and off we went like the zion train.
Jesus Christ is LORD ! Accept it and deal with it !
Keep having good decent fun !!
Your host as always: Kings OMOZORE.
While still waiting on the platform as the T was going to be there in 5 minutes.There was these two guys who seems to have appeared from nowhere other than the wilderness.Both of them literally began to dangle behind me as ghost images,first to my back left hand side and afterwards to my back right hand side.I was trying hard to avoid turning a whole body 360 degrees just to look at a stranger.Doing such turns at times could be very uncivilised as you can make someone embarrassed,especially ladies.The dangling momentum from both boys continued repeatedly and at split seconds, spontaneously too.At some point i looked at the rear towards the boys,they quickly turned and looked away with their hawky eyes as if to act like they are purposefully waiting for the tube train as everybody around was doing.
A few seconds i overhead one vocally telling the other about their strategic move.Basically the plan was for one to run downstairs into the deep floors of the station to my left while the other does the same but in the right opposite end of the tube station.Having overhead their mischievous plans and caught their eyes rolling as an Owl, coupled with their evil outlandish body languages; i decided to brave up myself.I speedily travelled in my mind,thinking to myself how daringly desperate the boys are to ignore CCTV images and live footing snapshots in a busy S'ford international, which in 7 years is going to become the major venue for the 2012 London Olympics.I felt pathetic for their souls.They appeared in their mischief activities as reptiles to me.
All suddenly i started feeling calm and anxious.I got sweaty too,i didn't care .I pretended like i had no idea of what they were about to embark upon.However i was simply waiting for that golden Olympic moment when one or both of the pick pocketer and bag snatchers will make a satanic move.I stood firm like an Olympus.Consciously alert like a Russian Red Army on a standby, waiting for an instruction to launch attack on an enemy.Thoughts of a British gentleman rushed through my emotions,'yeah just tell dem off''. Another thought said to me 'be a warrior,why should you chicken out if they try to mess up with your stuff''.How dare they? 'don't they know that you have killed two imaginary lions with your bare hands before, are they crazy; young rattle snakes.' All these thoughts flowed through my mind.
Meanwhile in a matter of seconds and minutes, the boys were busy body languaging themselves.I wanted to simply walk away and go to the main station floor downstairs, but on a reviewed thought i decided that it might be a more dangerous thing to do than repositioning myself where i am, afterall crowdy commuters are there too but dispersed a bit.Within jiffy moments the rudest of the two said to the other ''you reckon?''.Instantly i knew that means two actions, firstly they have concluded, secondly they will be striking their B52 Bomber fingers in less than a micro-sec time.So what did i do?, trust a city lad from the rubber tree hoods and sunny woodlands of Africa.I turned myself around like a an ex-military veteran and voiced out in the most bravest manner ''Reckon what??? ''.The next line of action i saw was that both imbeciles fled from me and the station platform itself like two collared headed Reptilia lizards from the sudanese hot deserts.
I won the battle and the race of breathe.The ladies on the platforms with high heeled stiletto shoes leaning on the pillars,with long eye lashes popped out their eyes in amazement of the way the boys ran away.Some men closest to me in striped stone cold, double breasted suits nodded their heads in outright pity for the no future ambition(NFA) boys.An old lady walked up to me and whispered:Reckon what??? and i smiled exhaustively while hopping into the tube train which arrived at the nick of time and off we went like the zion train.
Jesus Christ is LORD ! Accept it and deal with it !
Keep having good decent fun !!
Your host as always: Kings OMOZORE.
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