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As I sat in a shop this past Black Friday, an excited little boy was running around, telling complete strangers, "My mum is here to buy a tablet and an ipad!" He said it over and over again to anyone who cared to listen. Just as that excitement was coming to an end, another little boy pulled his parents, who looked like they would rather walk past, into the shop forcefully. There were low prices and quiet and calm which brought to mind the same shop at Christmas Eve. It looks like some parents are learning to help Santa out on time so we won't be treated to that Evening spectacle at which parents fight and shove each other for Teletubbies  and toy trucks. The atmosphere was relaxed and calm which is why we would like the last minute people to get up and start their Christmas shop on time this year. Start early and buy what you can afford. Thank us later.

hear him out. https://medium.com/the-mission/what-we-should-have-learned-in-school-but-never-did-88450ce83963

Now, I don't normally shake tables, I buy them from Ikea and build them but when it comes to overly wokeness and band wagonism, I will shake it till the chickens come home. Bikonu, here is a picture of a palm fruit head and a palm tree from where palm oil comes. The pictures are from Wikipedia and I can attest that they do indeed look like this.  The tree grows up tall and narrow and doesn't produce that much canopy cover or foliage per tree so when it's on someone's farm, coupled with the fact that it is a very useful tree, they leave it there and cultivate around it.  Plantations also last for generations because specialists climb the tree and harvest the fruit for generations, leaving it standing there because it's just like a fruit tree. You harvest the fruit and leave the tree there so it can grow more fruit next time.  So please, can you stop hating on things you don't understand! like palm oil for instance, the natural remedy to the ulcer ridden gut o...

Cherry Dew. The human heart, Strong –   Beating still, The gentle caress of new born skin. A whispering birth, The short, chilly dawn, Loving the new day Her young ones adorn. From edges of movement, the light displays- Creation of morning to brand new day. A mother cow nudges young one soft -   Legs asplay Hatchlings chirping on barnyard hay. A treasure of beginnings, Our senses explore Early dew drops in Spring, Weather we adore. Confetti dewed to tiny wet boots, The beauty of still  before -  apprehending silence shreds Soft world draped, drifting caresses end Rested breath with silent rhythm Life's Prism.

Cooking Lessons. You walk into the kitchen in the evening and your young man is cooking pasta. The next thing he does is take a jar of Jalfrezi curry from the cupboard. So you tell him, Dude, look at me. I'm cooking okra, now how would you like it if you asked me where's the rice dough or garri  and I reply, No worries, we're eating it with spaghetti.  How would that make you feel? That would be weird, he replies.  "Well, that's what you're doing right now, Curry can go with rice or potatoes but not pasta. You made fusilli, so what should you be making now? He nods. He retrieves meat, tomatoes, onions and oil to make the sauce. As we're about to leave the kitchen much later, his sibling walks in, She gets some freshly cooked pasta sauce in a bowl then walks out with it and a packet of cream crackers. We both stare at her,  speechless.  The cooking lesson still went well, He's the best pasta chef in our house today and because of him people go...

Remembrance Sunday 2011. This Sunday, the world is celebrating One hundred years after World war one. A war which was started as tensions brewed in Europe as a result of countries acquiring weapons and strengthening their Military thereby making their neighbours assume that they were getting ready for war with the ensuing alliances and Nationalism that followed. Some  investigators also blame Germany. 11/11/2018 fell on a Sunday this year so it is Remembrance Sunday today.   Meanwhile it has been reported that on Christmas day 1914, German troops and opposing Common Wealth troops got out of their trenches for a friendly game of Football despite being hungry and cold. Other than that, it was devastating, brutal and bloody and its relevance today meant that at the eleventh hour today, 11/11/2018, there were moments of silence, the blowing of trumpets and the laying of wreaths to commemorate the soldiers who lost their lives.  Can you imagine playing football with ...

A Stitch in Time. “I’m up the duff!” “WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!” “Eugh, I’m not marrying you” “Me neither! No way” “You smell like old socks! “You laugh like a pig!” “I’ve never liked you!” “Hello! De ja vue!!” “Can’t stand the sight of - ” “You thought that I care?!” “You bunk off classes...” “You and your dopey glasses!”   “How would you know? You don’t know what passed!” “I know nobody likes you They said you’re a slag!” “I’m killing this baby Cos you’re not worth my time!” “I’m calling my friends now Cos I know my rights!” “We shouldn’t have done that!” “We already did! But if I stood by you then...” “But - really, you would?” “Well, I’ve always liked you...” “Your hair cut looks nice,” “I’ve always known you...” “How much was the price?” “Your laugh and smile showed me ...” “Have you had lunch? We’ll go eat together.” “Cravings overwhelm me need something to munch.” “Well, tim...

The Bleeding Statue A humid day, The right disguise. A trail of tears migrate down My stone -y brow. For you dream still With smoky eyes And I stare at you, Preferring your side, Covered in moss- Rolling or not A thought made of stone. A great surprise cos' you’re alive. It’s not fair on me, You’re beautifully made Your chiselled, warm cheeks Dominate my dreams I stand so close As you stare at the space Above my crown, your perfect face! And chiselled cheeks - pointed feet Your smoky eyes Isn’t that wry? Gargoyle heart, why? Why dark smoky eyes? Do they mask the fire? The oven beside Clay pots of desire What a surprise! The shape of our fate The fate of our world We dare not tempt fortune Or Fate would rise For Earth spins still And time doesn’t ride But in our dreams, will With the past Come hurtling in To show our mistakes, In broad daylight Whe...