Saturday, January 30, 2016

That you impoverish everyone not on your filthy list

I wouldn't have guessed wrongly That you impoverish everyone not on your filthy list

Friday, January 29, 2016

Our Camp in General by Olarotimi Onayemi

Finally, something I could say I wrote recently. In which I tried to describe-adapt the ambitions and achievements of a few living and dead activist, philosopher, musician, politician, business people lifestyle and viewpoints in order to prove that those who plunge headlong into supporting the 'underdog' per se may not be right; may be doing the cause of say poverty alleviation and environmental management irreparable harm and may just be exploiting the whole show as people without much difference from us, but willing to leave a money-making mechanism for their offspring, since when they die, the multitude of admirers leav... the remnants of the assets and 'goodwill' remains with their survivors, their offsprings... while the people they fought for are left dry* **** Hey! Our Camp In General - A Trilogy By Olarotimi Olakunle ONAYEMI Part 1. The Observer This is a witness account of the occurences in his Time Now and in the Past, in Amadama Original and Amadama Marginal. My father had told his friends, in my presen-x* that most of the People in the world presented here as Amadama do not know what common sense is, neither do they know what life is nor what they are talking about. 1. The Orchestra Man This man had it so good until he started seeing the toothpicks in everyone's eyes without doing much about the logs. His was a total put down of the order and disorder of the day without recourse to essence, practice, problems, professions, failures and solutions. Just get high and Yab them all Just say this is not the way Just play good music to analyse it all Just make money out of all the problems Just make all the girls want sex and the guys wanna fuck Just look down on the military when it's obvious nothing much will come out of democracy nor if The Orchestra Man was made The Head of State. He benefitted immensely from the services and extra-curricular tutorials, tutorship and upbringing of The Anglicans. His adolescence years ended up in the years he went to The Anglican Town : London. Amadama Original, his hometown, was a Perfect Example of an exercise in failure. London was having its own hassles but quasi-solved intermittently while the one in his hometown wasn't, in the least. In fact, to illustrate this dystopix*, a recurrent examination question for school leavers running concurrently with the sequences leading to the, now visible, perpetual decay in Amadama was : Explain in details the youth decadence here and the effect of the collapse of our social infrastructure on it, or How do you think we can get rid of bribery and corruption as well as election rigging? Have a good laugh. My answer: We need, we need... oh really! a sustainable National Development Plan on everything. Starting from superstitions acceptable in the household to making every adult see the essence of working at a profession with a good idea of what it is and how its run or a product / business with a trade mark. As If that was new stuff from commonsense when it's obvious because many close to authority are not responsible in any sense and do not want anything leading up to a solution. If there was ever a brave Orchestra Man who called the shots in a small part of the Ghetto and scorned by The Rich, this was the man. Who insulted and rich without being insulted. The rich, albeit in the right places and the wrong places, unless you want to believe his critiques were infallible: far from it. 2. "The Lord Will do IT". In this part of the world, the entire creation and indeed it's future seems far-fetched but an objective analyses of the rumours, grapevine but evidence in religion shows our development in all levels of human endeavour could only be achieved by divine intervention and not a structural adjustment programme nor national plans. So fine. Not so fine since Heaven Helps Those Who Helps Themselves, which literally means we need a working plan for development and re-orientation, an objective one and religion itself must undergo re-orientation if not extraordinary development far from the supernatural embedded in it. 3. - Come down Fame. We are losing time. - And place Bummer. Fame calls her Bummer Lover because she thinks he's a Bummer. Simple and short. LIKE PEOPLE WHO LOVE OBAMA. He makes love to her everyday. YES, THE EVERYDAY PART IS HIS IDEA. She's gotten used to it. It was never her kind of thing nor dreams, neither as a teenager nor a part-time dreamer scared of their 'fantasies' but it's now a part and parcel of her life. How could a man be ready everyday to bang her to nuts. Well, the best explanation and probably the most cogent was Bummer likes music, the music of The Orchestra Man. The Orchestra Man is a phenomena and enigma to understand the soul of the past present and future of Amadama Original and Amadama Marginal. There won't be much to say about the effectiveness of his social critic status if we put pen to paper but perfect for cafe talk to boost our ego as opinionated citizens when there's nothing the present plan insured-for-life will achieve. YES. Since only the people around when the miracle happens who will see it and say Ha! Hey! Finally! .... A Millenia Is Not Enough When it comes to making the colour and culture of misrepresentation to friends and acquaintances, family and colleagues go away, it takes more than a millennium. To highlight this. Let's take a look at this event. Apart from expensivizing I had my first child in Amadama Marginal. Since I was born and bred in Amadama Original I didn't know much about civilized ways of life - and yet to discover some juicy parts of it which do not need review as it's obvious that there are juicy parts of Amadama Original culture and Citizenry's contribution to life there apart from further muddling it up while exploiting it. YES. Simultaneously. I also married someone from Amadama Marginal behind the Iron Curtain. So, our son had cold. A 2 month-old baby. Since I had seen mothers and grand-mothers in Amadama Original suck out the mucus with their mouth I offered to as our son was in pain. My wife did not agree, at the same time suggesting we must see his doctor. I agreed. The next day we met him. Our second monthly visit. We told him about the problem. He brought out his pen and wrote the prescription. I was stupefied. Medication: A spray filled with Mist from the ocean. Directions for use: Spray very little into the nostrils, wait a while and bring out mucus with ear cleansers. If it was that simple why have we taken and given microbes, even exchanged these and given diseases to kids through the mouth. Well? *** The problems of various jungles in the four cardinal points of our camp could be seen in the way people live their lives and especially in their comments on current affairs, which is termed public opinion. We shall come to cases where the public opinion is wrong and successively too, having nothing to do with current affairs nor history, nor onwards to cases where the future is so bleak they depend on communities struggling to keep it bright. Much has been said about Africa and apologies are given to national orders and dictatorships since general elections are never fair nor parliaments anything more than enrichment of its erstwhile constituency representatives, senators, special advisers, secretaries. Naturally, the overall nature of a somewhat developing country shows it need injection of funds and infrastructure but current developments shows she needs new ethics since funds for development or welfare; education or dam creation, damned creations and further-damned creations. How much of self-esteem, self-orientation has to be put into self-development within Amadamas Original. Now they are better since they have been writing for the mass media cheap as it may be for the other mass media expensive as it may be, largesse that could pay the running and not the sweating notwithstanding it does not incorporate it does not exonerate ideas that are dumb from the start of writers analysing how stupid the rest of us are of terms dystopic enough to refuse a logical plot the prizes received... in every meaningful way they were(r) wantonly wrong i've been here long enough to know that all that glitters is not gold logically ingrained in ingrates is a love for the absurd it's so deeply housed in their bodies and communities woe betie anyone who shares it those who do not have to wait for the day of judgement to get settled by nature for the consequences of dastard acts Dx3 the list in pix undeserving of pixel who shared my office in wiesbaden true, I've been away from my people for so damned too long there's no turning back on giving-no-credence-nor-clear-waters to the greatest books of the world going away from, and not coming back to reality in the subjectivism of freethinkerism gone dastardly wrong in writers we celebrate the tenth and thousandth year of their birth and less of their death still celebrated in style and the most important suffix in their flex spandex in their expression scion of their legion iota of idea in their iago im in their hamlet interpretation of their honourable mention in the world's weaklingpedia overbearing ramification of their overgastedness overwhelming transliteration of flaberwhelment even while the conclusion I drew in pieces from the whole bunch of seemingly popular literati in historical hysteria is the fact that they wrote that most of us are dumb when there's no moral justification except their ass-licking at publishers-mundane in words without meaning describing the obviously incredible governments and francis pope-like as if equal rights have no justification to systematically rigged-in, selected-in officials of the diplomatic monopoly of immunity and impunitous hall of fame even while the supremos comradium in spiritum hevinus cry foul in ignoratia juris non excusat untouching such, we who have got nothing to show for it for infatuation with the age of reason number what? mean, that your ideas are better than mine, ours? God forbid the reign of nonsensical idiots worse than real diderots changing ruling promenade de l'europe d'afro ameri-'aseo' without a meaningful contribution to still, life. ... in every meaningful way they were(r) wantonly wrong i've been here long enough to know that all that glitters is not gold logically ingrained in ingrates is a love for the absurd it's so deeply housed in their bodies and communities woe betie anyone who shares it those who do not have to wait for the day of judgement to get settled by nature for the consequences of dastard acts the list in pix undeserving of pixel who shared my office in wiesbaden true, I've been away from my people for so damned too long there's no turning back on giving-no-credence-nor-clear-waters to the greatest books of the world going and not coming back to reality in the subjectivism of freethinkerism gone dastardly wrong in writers we celebrate the tenth and thousandth year of their birth and less of their death still celebrated in style and the most important suffix in their flex spandex in their expression scion of their legion iota of idea in their iago im in their hamlet interpretation of their honourable mention in the world's weaklingpedia overbearing ramification of their overgastedness overwhelming transliteration of flaberwhelment even while the conclusion I drew in pieces from the whole bunch of seemingly popular literati in historical hysteria is the fact that they wrote that most of us are dumb when there's no moral justification except their ass-licking at publishers-mundane in words without meaning describing the obviously incredible governments and francis pope-like as if equal rights have no justification to systematically rigged-in officials of the diplomatic monopoly of immunity and impunitous hall of fame even while the supremos comradium in spiritum hevinus cry foul in ignoratia juris non excusat untouching such, we who have got nothing to show for it for infatuation with the age of reason number what? mean, that your ideas are better than mine, ours? God forbid the reign of nonsensical idiots worse than real diderots ruling promenade de l'europe d'afro ameri-'aseo' without a meaningful contribution to still, life. ... 1. The Places of Orchestra versus The Aristocratic Palace. Apart from the version preached, of measures continually bearing fruit, logical to the extent to which it's safely inculcated into children via a school curriculum. There we have to give respect for the society we met in operation, kudos and not condemnations. Furthermore, the mere fact that we were born in a community in which we grow and socialise first before going into ideas or vague-ideas of the of the - absurd - again won't won't accurate literal or literary description of our camp, this world, unwarranted but appreciated. *** -- Watch it for "JOY FICTION" - A TRILOGY Timi's new book preview on http://www.freeworldreview.blogspot.com. Sent from Gmail Mobile