'BODEDEREK

Can You See Me? (Episode 9)

2013-06-15T09:31:00.000+01:00

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

It took Fafo three weeks to completely trust the old boy. His name was Sammy Calvert and he had been incarcerated in various prisons for eight years. Although the authorities advice inmates not to disclose the nature of their offence, inmates view those who are reluctant to talk about their cases with a high level of suspicion. No prisoner wants to associate with a rapist or a child molester. They are considered the lowest of the low in prisons and are routinely subjected to mistreatment, harassment and savage beatings from fellow prisoners, whenever the opportunity arose.

Fafo had no such worries. It was common knowledge that the Nigerians are usually in for fraud and drug offences. He had to be careful though, with whom he associated. So far, he had kept himself to himself. The old boy intrigued him, the man could actually see his problem. He had told Fafo that he was familiar with the nature of the charm. In the West Indies he said, it was called Obeah and it was very powerful stuff. At first he avoided Sammy, especially when he found out that the man was serving a life sentence for murder, but later gravitated back toward him after he studied him for a while from a distance.

In those three weeks, the horrible smell coming off the pouch was gone. Sammy the old boy, turned out to be a quiet and gentle soul. The category C prison they were both in was also proof that the authorities considered old boy a low risk prisoner. Most convicted murderers were classified category A and put in maximum security. He told Fafo his story, he had, in a moment of madness killed his wife. She had been the love of his life and he worshipped the ground she walked on. Unfortunately, the romance had turned sour. Mrs Calvert became promiscuous, began having affairs openly, rubbing Sammy's nose in her waywardness. She also constantly nagged him and made him feel inadequate and useless.

Sammy's tolerance and stoicism probably infuriated her, she nagged and belittled him some more, slept with his friends and boasted about it, until one evening, he snapped. It took an innocuous and insignificant action on her part to bring it all to a head. Having dinner one night, she moved his favourite hot sauce from his end of the dining table to hers. That was all it took for the old boy to see red. He struck her with the iron poker resting close to the fireplace, as all the years of mental torture bubbled to the surface. When he came out of his blackout, the wife was lying motionless on the dining room floor, deader than a dodo. Sammy called the cops and the rest is history.

Fafo appreciated his honesty. Most prison inmates, no matter the amount of proof of their guilt, would as a matter of course, claim to be innocent or claim to have been fitted up by corrupt police. Prisons are full of innocent guys, if inmates are to be believed. The genuinely innocent are probably less than one per cent of the population. They are usually the inmates who end up with some form of depressive illness caused in part by the attitude from fellow prisoners. Every ally they tell of their predicament would usually burst out in laughter and claim, "I'm innocent too."

Sammy was different, he came right out and admitted to Fafo that he did it. He had obviously come to terms with his guilt and was completely resigned to his fate, resolved to quietly serving out his life sentence. His only hope of early release lay in the hands and mercy of a parole board that sat once every five years. Fafo and Sammy, it seemed, were the only guilty inmates at this particular institution. Everyone else here claim to be innocent, would have some sorry tale, a fantastic, unbelievable story or explanation for their incarceration.

This candour cemented their friendship and made them feel at ease in each other's company.

To be continued...

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RIP Iain Banks

2013-06-09T21:51:00.001+01:00

Iain Banks 1954 - 2013:

The world is made poorer by the loss of Iain Banks, a talented British writer of Scottish origin. A very humble person who dedicated his life to modern literature. A cross genre writer with a great imagination and a feel for the written word.

His latest book, The Quarry will be on sale soon. He will be sorely missed.

Although Mr Banks announced that he was suffering from the dreaded cancer and his diagnosis was that the cancer was terminal, I did not expect that he would die so soon.

Coming closely after the death of Tom Sharpe whose stories were hilariously funny. This is a double blow for us lovers of great fiction.

Both Tom and Iain M Banks will be sorely missed.

My respect and condolences to their families.

'Bodederek

Can You See Me? (Part 8)

2013-06-06T07:27:00.000+01:00

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

"Hey stinky!" the voice came from somewhere on his left. Fafo looked up. It was Glynn Taft, six feet two inches, bald, with a beard embedded with bits of food. The dour odour that still clung to Fafo like a cloud seem to be attracting the wrong kind of people. He ignored Glynn and his two convict friends, notorious troublemakers everyone avoided. He found sitting in the open like now helped to dissipate the smell coming from the cruel pouch around his neck.

Not responding to Glynn's taunt seemed a mistake, they were coming closer to where he sat when Fafo noticed someone drop next to him on his right. The skinny old black man with a long neck, Fafo sensed no danger from, he found his presence kind of reassuring. It boosted his confidence and made him glare back at Glynn and his cronies. They backed off, there were too many witnesses around. The old black man telling Fafo not to pay them any attention didn't look like someone they could mess with either. It made the three troublemakers mark Fafo's card and move on.

Fafo looked the old boy over, reminding himself that he was in a prison and he really couldn't trust anyone. He hadn't noticed him before, with his wizened old face and slight build, he had a west indian tilt to his accent. The old boy looked at him too, a knowing smile on his lips. "You got troubles boy," he said, Fafo rolled his eyes, "tell me about it!".

"Want to talk about it?"

"You wouldn't believe it, anyway!"

"Tell me,"

"Never mind."

"Does it have anything with that thing around your neck?"

"You can see it?" Fafo exclaimed!

"It's there, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's there but nobody seems to notice it but me."

"Most people will not see or notice, you see some people see further than most. Just as some will see less, others will see more. That is just the way the world is." The man who Fafo will later call Pops explained. "Get up, let us take a walk around the football field, it's the only exercise I'll get today before lock up."

They stood up and began to walk.

Continued later.......

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Can You See Me? (Episode 7)

2013-05-19T13:49:00.000+01:00

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

Fafo sat alone and isolated on the edge of the prison football field. His fellow convicts walked by him in twos and threes. A match was in progress between two wings within the medium category prison. Only a small number of spectators watched the match in progress. Some of the prisoners gave him a wide berth as they passed by him. A few sniggered, sneaked a peek at him and covered their noses as they walked by.

The leather pouch was back around his neck. He seemed resigned to that fact now, deciding to accept that life would be much easier for him, at least while he served his sentence, to stop trying to ditch the bloody thing. Two years and eight months served, twenty months of which had been as a remand prisoner. With good behaviour, his lawyer had explained, he would be released and deported back to Nigeria in another four years.

The charm seemed to appear and vanish at will. The last time he tried to bring the thing to the attention of his custodians in a court cell, they had seriously considered sectioning him under the mental health act. After that incident, he had resolved to get rid of the thing on his own and bided his time. Alone in his cell at night, he noticed that he could easily remove it. He would usually place it under the rock hard pillow just before he went to sleep.

Four days previously, Fafo had made his move. In the tiny cell, he had his own personal wash basin and toilet. He kept his cell scrupulously clean and the aluminium bowls gleamed. That night, he held the pouch in his left hand as he urinated. As soon as he finished, he threw pouch and leather string into his toilet and quickly flushed it down. To his delight, the pouch sank without a trace. He went to bed and slept soundly.

He woke the next morning and stepped into a flooded cell. The toilet bowl was brimming with sewage and faeces. The stink was overpowering. He waded through the terrible mess to the emergency button that will summon his jailers. The officers came but they were not in a hurry to open up and let him out. They had the whole prison wing to consider. The horrible smell that met them as they approached, also made them reluctant to rush to open the iron doors. Part of the mess had seeped through the bottom of the doors and was spreading through the corridor. The yelling and the banging on the door of several cells, added to their confusion. The officers had to go get rain-boots and protective clothing before returning to deal with the situation. By the time they returned to let him out, Fafo was in tears.

He was taken out, given the usual unscented soap and sent to the bathrooms to take a wash. It would have been worse if the plumbers knew what caused the flooding. Even they were baffled, they could not explain why this particular toilet, in this particular cell, overflowed the way it did. So Fafo escaped being put on report.

Escorted to another wing, he got a new cell. The heavy doors banged behind him and he heard the key turn in the lock. He looked inside the little wooden cupboard in the corner and froze. On the top shelf was the leather pouch and string. He couldn't believe his eyes...

To be continued.....

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Scams, Hype and Cynicism!

2013-05-16T11:07:00.000+01:00

Don't Relax Your Vigilance On-line

This is a reminder to the many people who use the internet to search for products and services on-line, to be careful and not get conned or scammed.

The internet is a great tool to access information, a great medium, enabling the world to become a more intimate, caring, secure and enlightened global village. Amongst all the benefits and the good it can do for us, there also exists, the very bad.

True, on-line is where many of us are guaranteed the best prices and some fantastic deals, but it also has a higher risk factor, with a lot of scammers and con men poised to bilk us of our hard earned cash. There are a lot of scam artists out there and they are usually very good at snaring their victims. Their methods are getting more and more sophisticated, so watch out.

Many victims of scams, are intelligent people. They are so embarrassed at their own perceived stupidity, they keep quiet about it. Big mistake! Shout about it from the rooftops because the con-men are counting on your silence. Intelligent people don't like to be perceived as stupid. Just remember that it was your trust that was abused by someone counting on your silence.

More and more people are encouraged to use on-line services by the government and the service industries without adequate preparation for the realities of the internet. Now the unemployed, those actively seeking employment and inexperienced users are referred online without preparation and warnings.

No matter how glamorous and exciting a site, an offer of a bargain, think twice. Better still, leave the site and do an on-line search for comments from people who have accessed that service before. Even legitimate sites have been known to be cloned. It was sometimes difficult for visitors to distinguish the genuine from the fake.

We live in an age where materialism is held on a higher scale than ethics and morality. An age where some of the biggest and most profitable companies are rumoured to engage in price fixing. An era where the rich get richer, the poor get poorer and those in-between are stretched and confused. Where the middle classes are offered scapegoats by the politicians who take handouts and campaign contributions without questioning the source of the cash. What more motivation does someone with larceny in their heart need?

Apart from cons, there is also misrepresentations where clients get less than they expect without recourse to a refund. Exciting and exotic looking posters advertising shows that will not deliver exactly what is promised. In short, the content on the poster, is more exciting than the actual event.

No matter how exciting a bargain, an offer or a scheme promising easy wealth, proceed with caution. Especially, if when you attempt to leave a site and a menu pops up asking you to reconsider leaving, my advice is to leave as quickly as you can before you are relieved of your cash.

Some time in the future, I will be writing, if not here, on other blogs, known scams and cons, terrible services etc. so readers can know what to look out for. Until then, say safe, surf safe and don't be quick to get your credit card out.

Blessings,

Bodederek

Remembering Fela Kuti's Unique Contribution...

2013-05-10T23:58:00.001+01:00

Fela Kuti contributed immensely to popular music. His unique musical talent created a genre that revolutionised dance music. The play Fela told only part of the story.

Fela's music was so powerful and hypnotic it was hard to ignore. A visit to his Afrika Shrine club in those heady days was a must for every recording star and celebrity that visited Nigeria. The list was endless, Paul and Linda McCartney, Stevie Wonder, Roy Ayres and all the top acts that performed at the first World Black Arts Festival that Nigeria hosted in 1977. Ginger Baker came and ended up staying, hanging out at the Afrika Shrine, jamming with the band and eventually setting up ARC recording studios, the first of it's kind in the whole of Africa.

A gig saluting the first Black President (as he was referred to by the many youths he politicised) is scheduled for next friday, May, 17th at 229, Gt. Portland Street in London's West End. The show will be featuring Tony Allen, the beat behind the Afrobeat, Ginger Baker who got to be a close friend of Fela and Dele Sosimi. They all had the unique experience of working with Fela at the height of his popularity.

Below are some comments from the music press:

FELA KUTI RE-RELEASE PRESS QUOTES

“He was a truth-teller of tremendous power. We’ll be hearing a lot about Fela

this year.”

John Masouri – Echoes

“The whole catalogue of 50 albums or so is going to be re-released in three

great, joyous and generous tranches over the next six months by Knitting

Factory Records / Kalakuta Sunrise”

Damian Rafferty – fly.com

“It is certainly true that Fela’s music has lost none of its magic and raw energy

since being recorded”

Stephen Williams – African Business

“The Fela Juggernaut keeps rolling.”

Jane Cornwell – Jazzwise

“Before Obama there was Fela. A Nigerian icon and unanimously considered

the King of Afrobeat.”

The Buzz List – Pride magazine

“The legacy stock of Fela Anikulapo Kuti is higher than ever.”

Simon McEwen – Q Magazine

“Any set that opens with a masterpiece, in Everything Scatter, has to be worth

sampling.”

The Sunday Times

This 2CD compilation features epic versions of Kuti anthems.”

The Times

“A slow-burning treat.”

John Lewis – Uncut Magazine

“Nice Felas.”

Record Collector

“Today, Fela’s standing is higher than at any time during his life.”

Neil Spencer – Uncut Magazine

“Long live the Black President’s music. You really cannot argue with this

collection.”

Isaac Ashe – Loughborough Echo

“Among the most intense ensemble playing – ever.”

The Arts Desk

"The 12 unedited tracks stay true to a delicate balance between classic and

rarity."

Think Africa Press

"Their greatness is not found in short catchy tunes but the richness of their

overall sound, in which frequently sharp political statements are found

wrapped within arty jam-outs or jazz improvisation ... Great stuff."

Morning Star

"Opening with the near forty year old Everything Scatter which has become

one of the classic Afrobeat tunes and straight into Expensive Shit, the album

is relentless ... One of music’s true geniuses."

9.5/10 Louder Than War

"[The compilation] focuses on lengthy workouts. Go for “Black Man’s Cry”,

then the 16-plus minute “Sorrow Tears and Blood”. After that, home in on the

compilation’s zenith, 1975’s “Everything Scatter” ... some of the music here is

amongst the most intense ensemble playing ever."

The Arts Desk

"A fine place to start one's appreciation of an African musical legend."

**** UK Vibe

"A crucial glimpse for beginners into the African icon's work."

The Quietus

"Everything sounds fresh, upbeat, funky and more importantly, incredibly

modern ... A sleek combination of jazz, soul and tight percussion hasn’t dated

since its original release, essentially making it timeless and still something to

treasure."

7/10 Virgin

"An unreservedly recommended purchase to the Fela Kuti neophyte ...

Collected here is sulphurous and fiercely funky magic that could hold its own

against all comers, and is likely to provoke obsession within all who hear its

righteous call."

BBC Music

"You will find convincing testimony as to why his music and politics continue

to make him such a vital and enduring icon."

**** Record Collector

".. you need this in your life..."

10/10 DJ Magazine

"This solid double-disc collection ... powerfully represents an icon who faced

down unthinkable oppression with the sass, confidence and irrepressible

genius of his music ."

***** Blues & Soul

“Many descriptions have been attributed to the man who captivated millions

across the world with his outspoken beliefs and oft-criticised personal life, but

the legacy that endures most vividly is that of the radical, awe-inspiring music

that continues to influence a myriad of artists worldwide.”

Drummymag.

"12 mighty expositions of the Afrobeat genre including the fiery agitation of

Everything Scatter , a stinging critique of skin bleaching, Yellow Fever , and

an extended brooding Sorrow Tears and Blood about the Soweto riots of

1976."

The Irish Times

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Can You See Me? (Episode 6)

2013-05-04T11:21:00.001+01:00

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

The custody sergeant in charge of the dingy tomblike cells below the courtroom, was having an informal conversation with some colleagues in the main reception area; located next to the spiral staircase leading up to the courts above. He was a big pudgy fellow with a sallow complexion; probably due to the many years of working in an environment that saw little sunlight. Sergeant Emmanuel Gross considered himself lucky to have such a cushy job, supervising the herding of prisoners in and out of the cells, receiving, dispatching and making sure that they are ready to appear.

The blood curdling scream from Fafo's cell sent a shiver down his spine and sent him racing toward the cells. He moved at lightning speed that was surprising for a man his size, arriving at Fafo's cell in no time at all. He went inside and saw the prisoner writhing on the floor holding the back of his right hand. "Are you all right mate?"

"No, sir," replied Fafo truthfully. "I have to remove this thing from my neck," he said, pointing to his shoulder. "What thing?" asked Sergeant Gross. Fafo reached for the string around his neck and to his amazement, the pouch was no longer there. His jaw dropped, his face crumbled and he started to sob. The sergeant asked him to sit up on the cot while he went back to the reception to call for a doctor.

Walking briskly toward the reception area, he noticed that his staff were huddled together immersed in muffled conversation. "Someone, go upstairs and bring the doctor to see to the prisoner in cell nine!" he bellowed. "The prisoner will have to wait," came the retort, " the doctor is in Judge Simmons chambers, seems his honour has just had a heart attack."

The sergeant went into his office to record the incident in cell nine into the custodial diary. Just finishing, he looked up and saw the Clerk of the Courts in the doorway. The immaculately dressed Clerk informed him that court four would not be sitting because the presiding judge has just been pronounced dead by the doctor. Gross's shoulder slumped, he sat back in his chair. He will now have to arrange to transport the prisoners booked to appear in court four back to the various remand centres, one of which included Fafo.

Twenty two years as a custody sergeant, Gross had never experienced a morning such as this. His sallow complexion was beginning to turn into a dark shade of red. The prisoners due to appear before the dead judge will definitely play up and give him a hard time. Some will complain about the delay, demanding their day in court while a few disgruntled ones may cheer. The one thing he was convinced about was, it was going to be an awful long day.

To be continued….

'Bodederek

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Can You See Me (episode 5)

2013-04-22T14:31:00.001+01:00

Fafo got ready for court with mixed feelings, relief on the one hand that the process had begun and he would at least know what his fate would be. Hopefully he might even get a result. His barrister seemed a smart fellow who looked capable of literally pulling the proverbial rabbit out of a hat. He was also apprehensive that he might, on the other hand, get the proverbial book thrown at him; which was what happened in the end.

At least with the start of the trial, the feeling that he was in limbo would cease. So smartly dressed, watered and fed by the prison guards, he hopped into the van with a spring in his step. He was happy as the van sped through the quiet english countryside. Looking out of his little cubicle he drank in the view, envied those that he saw quietly going about their daily business. The view from his mobile cell was enchanting, especially the shop signs and the brightly coloured clothes on those he saw, seemed more colourful compared to the drab prison environment that had been his home for quite a while now.

He felt an itch around his neck and scratched under his collar. The shock when he felt the leather string hanging there, almost made him faint. The charm had returned, and this time it seemed to be radiating some kind of mild energy; pulsating and throbbing. He swallowed his panic, replaced it with a kind of hope, if he could only remember the incantations as was thought to him verbatim, he might still be able to control this thing that was fast becoming a millstone around his neck.

In court, while locked in the basement cells of the courthouse, he tried to remove the string from around his neck, unfortunately the harder he tried, the more the string dug into his neck and began to hurt. Fed up, he grabbed the pouch itself in an attempt to yank the thing from around his neck. The searing pain went from his palm and shot up his arm. It felt like he had grabbed a red hot piece of burning coal. Fafo screamed!

Continued soon!

'Bodederek

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Something to Think About!

2013-04-15T12:26:00.004+01:00

On A Lighter Note:

This has been reproduced from Dancing Moccasins verbatim:

Indian Chief "Two Eagles" was asked by a white U.S. government official, "You have observed the white man for 90 years. You have seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done.

The Chief nodded in agreement. The official continued, "Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?"

The Chief stared at the government official then replied, "When white man find this land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water. Women did all the work, Medicine man give treatment free. Indian man spend all day hunting and fishing; all night, having sex."

Then the chief leaned back and smiled, "Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that."

I couldn't stop laughing when I read this and thought I should post it here since the newspaper cutting is too faded to re share.

Is the chief right or is he right?

Tell me please.

And this from a post on a friend's FaceBook page:

The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered "Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived."

Can You See Me? (Part 4)

2013-04-08T22:07:00.001+01:00

Fafo stared hard at the charm that seems to have taken on a mischievous life of it's own. The many events that now seemed to have had a bearing on this thing that he now holds in his hands, had become too numerous to dismiss as coincidence.

The open and shut case that both the Customs people and the police thought they had, almost disintegrated before their very eyes. The lead detective charged with prosecuting Fafo suffered a nervous breakdown. Detective Sergeant Eric Fisher's problems began, when an urgent report came in stating that the contraband stored as evidence in a supposedly secure police bonded warehouse was gradually diminishing in size.

Almost half of the exhibit had somehow vanished; no one could explain why, so Sgt. Fisher's credibility came under scrutiny. When his superiors started to suspect and accuse him of tampering with the evidence, Sgt. Fisher promptly quit and had to be replaced. Further delays came at the committal stage when the new officer in charge failed to show up to court on the actual date that this case was to be referred to the Crown Court. His only child had been killed in a hit and run incident that very morning.

Meanwhile, Fafo stayed on remand longer than was usual. Of course various interviews were carried out with him by investigators who suspected that maybe Fafo had people on the outside who were proactively engineering the various calamities happening. All they got out of Fafo were the usual mumbles which made no sense to any of them.

The evidence kept shrinking, suspicion reigned as an air of distrust developed amongst the investigators, technicians, customs and even the judiciary. The prosecution, customs and the police quickly regrouped, consolidated the remaining evidence and the depositions to preserve what was left of their open and shut case. At the same time they were doing this, the charm had mysteriously disappeared from around Fafo's neck.

…To be continued sometime.

'Bodederek

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On A Lighter Note!

2013-03-30T10:46:00.001Z

On a lighter note: Just Jiving!

GETTING YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR BACKSIDE

Nowadays, I hear the phrase "Get Your Head Out Of your Ass" so often, I sometimes wonder what it really means. Although I get the general drift and the message is quite clear if you take certain circumstances into consideration; Where did that phrase actually come from? Who invented it and what were they thinking?

Short of being a Contortionist, how does a human head reach those nether regions? I sometimes imagine a person literally sticking their own head up their own backside, an anatomical impossibility, except perhaps, you work in a circus.

Is there a particular formula to achieving such a gross thingy? After the head had been up there for a while and someone suddenly says GYHOOYAss…..will it come out with a popping sound or what? I would not like to be in such an environment anyway, think of the smell.

Personally, I would rather tell someone they got shit for brains than ask them to pull their heads out of their own backside. Out of someone else's backside, maybe; that seems more realistic. People who suck up to other people are quite capable of getting their heads so far up another's rear end they sometimes disappear altogether.

If it was actually possible to achieve such an impossible feat, it wouldn't be funny at all!

Just Kidding…..

'Bodederek

Can You See Me? (three)

2013-03-15T18:40:00.000Z

The charm in Fafo's possession was acquired from back home to help in the aiding and abetting of a smuggling exercise. A premeditated plan to successfully smuggle a large suitcase of class A drugs into the country. The talisman was sold as an escape mechanism, if the contraband was ever discovered, Fafo believed it. The sorcerer who manufactured up the talismanic looking charm had a track record and a solid reputation.

Total confidence in the talisman made him throw caution to the wind, total greed made him overload the large suitcase. His confident air almost got him through the inspection, but his struggle with the heavy looking suitcase eventually brought him under closer scrutiny. Discovery and arrest followed. What happened next from the point of view of the customs people was quite comic. From Fafo's point of view, it was quite a tragedy.

He replayed the scene at the airport in his head and quickly dismissed it from his mind. The memory was just too painful, the good natured snickering from the officials present and the hollow deflated feeling of panic when he realised the charm had failed to do it's job was too much for him to handle, even now.

Scepticism in the charm's powers came to him quite naturally at first. The most natural and logical conclusion was to rationalise that the charm was a dud. He'd been furious at his own gullibility and naivety. Now, he knew different. A lot had happened since then to dispel any doubt. It took close to two years to finally resolve his case because there was a lot of adjournments and delays. Nearly everyone involved in prosecuting him suffered some calamity. When the second judge appointed to hear his case dropped dead suddenly on the first day of trial, nobody was eager to take the case.

The inconvenience was too much, even for Fafo, he panicked and deliberately tried to lose the talis on one occasion, but the thing mysteriously appeared around his neck when he woke up the very next day. The judge that finally resolved the case was reputed to be a high ranking freemason not intimidated easily by the occult. He gave Fafo a tongue lashing, commented on the sheer audacity of the accused before he calmly sentenced him to ten years in prison.

Sitting quietly on his single bed in a prison cell, he took the object from around his neck. A black leather pouch about the same size as his thumb with a leathery rope acting as the chain. He examined it and wondered what to do next. This charm he now holds in his hands, seem to mock him.

(To be continued...)

'Bodederek

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The Message Is In the Song!

2013-03-10T08:36:00.001Z

I made some comments while interacting with members in one of my favourite circles on g+. I expressed my desire to see more caring and compassion within our human family. My desire to see people show some more empathy, understanding and love for our fellow humans is not unique to myself alone, it is a common wish for most people.

I was actually trying to reach those with the most power and influence on the planet. To get them to use their key positions and power to lead us by example, protect the poorest and most disadvantaged in society.

My statement went down well with most, but a few, and one in particular, were cynical and disagreed with my expressed sentiments. The one, was very cynical and derided my message with the statement, "So, let us all hold hands and sing Kumbaya, that should solve all the problems in the world". It won't, but it will be a good starting point to help us to become a more caring and humane society of people that looks out for the weak and vulnerable amongst us.

I can only say to the cynics that showing compassion, understanding and love for our fellow humans is not a weakness, it will not solve the complex problems nor eradicate evil, but it will go a long way towards having a more tolerable and peaceful planet for all to enjoy.

To ram this message home, I have recorded a version of an old song of mine with the new title "Tomorrow", a message song expressing the noble desire of leaving a better, more peaceful planet behind for the generations that will follow ours. Our children and grandchildren at least deserve that legacy.

Enjoy the song, think of the message in it and hopefully you will see why each of us have the power to effect change, to understand, and why it is important that we stand up against evils such as racial discrimination, hatred, wars and torture. We cannot compromise with evil. Instead, wherever evil raises it's ugly head, we need to shine a light on it!

Listen to the tune because, the message is in the song.

Peace out,

'Bodederek

Working on it!

2013-03-06T14:51:00.001Z

Hello friends, I am rethinking my blog, reworking and creating new material to put on here.

The story will continue shortly. Meanwhile I'm busy recording some new and relevant songs to put here.

The aim remains the same, to inform, educate and entertain all at the same time. A tall order that can be achieved.

You all matter and are always welcome to check in from time to time. For y'all, it's definitely worth it.

Best wishes,

It's me...'Bodederek

Can You See Me? contd,,,

2013-02-15T12:32:00.000Z

By mid-morning he was with detectives in an office within the station. Two plainclothes officers sat opposite Fafo, while one spoke, the other seemed to be sizing him up. Their questions were numerous but they were not getting any answers out of this prisoner; if only they knew what was going on inside Fafo's head, they would have left the questioning until later.

Apart from confirming his name, date of birth and that he had been a passenger on the flight from Lagos, the prisoner kept his silence. From time to time, he would mumble sounds that seem to be words in a foreign language. At one point, he stood up and raised his left leg. Alarmed, thinking he would get violent, the detectives also jumped to their feet and firmly asked him to sit down.

"Do you realise how much trouble you are in?" one of the officers asked, he got no reply. They asked about his contacts in London, where he intended to stay in the city and how long he planned to stay and got no answer but mumbles. The officers were totally at a loss by the time they returned him to his cell at lunchtime.

Fafo sat on the wooden bench in the cell and for the first time, the gravity of his situation hit him. He buried his head in his hands and began to weep. He wondered what would happen to him thousands of miles from home. What would his friends and family say? He was also beginning to doubt the effectiveness of the charm that he had so confidently depended on. He had been guaranteed that the charm would get him out of a sticky situation if one were to arise. Now he wasn't so sure anymore.

He had been offered the services of a lawyer which he had ignored. Now he was thinking seriously about asking for a lawyer. What would he say to the lawyer or anyone, how could he rationally explain his bold decision to carry a suitcase full of class A drugs and travel to Heathrow airport without any attempt at concealment. People would think he was a stupid fool (which he knew he wasn't) or he was a crazy lunatic who belongs in an asylum (which he now thought could be the answer). He made a decision to ask for a lawyer next time the cops come to question him.

(To be continued...)

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Can You See Me?

2013-02-01T22:03:00.000Z

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

He was sitting quietly on a long bench made from thick wooden slats, the bench stretched across the whole width of the cell and was firmly embedded into the wall at both ends. His head cradled in his palms as he stared at the floor, Fafo was full of self pity and regret. His immaculately shined shoes was at one end of the bench while he sat at the other end.

It had been impossible to get any sleep because of the noise coming from an adjacent cell. The police officers had stopped checking up on the female occupant who was raising hell with her banging and shrieking. Her yelling only confirmed to them that she was alright, so they ignored her shouting, but she never gave up, the noise continued till dawn. They looked in on her more frequently now, because she was quiet.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," he thought, all the planning, assurances and precaution seems to have been for nothing. The door opened, a policeman walked in carrying what was obviously breakfast. The officer put the tray next to him and left just as abruptly as he'd entered. The cell door slammed shut and he was on his own again. The last thing on his mind was food, in fact, it was the least of his problems as he considered his options.

Fafo stood up, yawned and stretched to remove the stiffness and creakiness he felt in his joints. He strolled over to the stained toilet bowl, unzipped and did his business. He went back to the wooden bench, sat and continued contemplating. He heard the door of the adjacent cell being opened, the female occupant was now swearing at the cops, "fucking assholes, bastards," and other words that were completely alien to him. She was now being escorted out of her cell to somewhere, he was surprised at the fortitude and patience of her escort. Where he came from, she would have been beaten to a pulp by now.

His breakfast remained untouched, the food and this environment were entirely alien to him. Even if he had been hungry, he still would not have eaten the meal. Where he came from, nobody trusted policemen, especially those who never react to provocation. They were usually the worst of the whole lot, the calm exterior usually hid their cruel intent. When coppers are this polite, they were usually planning something unpleasant.

There was still some hope that he could get himself out. All his possessions was taken, he had been searched but they hadn't found the charm, and he planned on using it to escape at the first opportunity that came his way....

To be continued.

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Update

2013-01-24T13:05:00.001Z

Apologies, the proposed story "Can You See Me?" is not ready to be posted. January 2013 for me, has been a challenge. The extremely cold weather threatened when the central heating packed up. The burst pipe filled my work/living space with cold water, saturating the walls and resulted in my hasty exit from a damp bedroom.

The weather was only one of the many things that has made january so far, a challenge. Everything that could go wrong, simply went wrong. It would have been very easy for me to throw my hands in the air and give up. I soldiered on, worked around the problems when I could. I had to, because I believe it is all worthwhile.

Still a work in progress, the website www.MusicArtinDesign.com is up. A tentative step at a very difficult time, this one too, is worth all the trouble.

Creators of music, practitioners of art and design are welcome to contribute posts, ideas, concepts together with samples of their work. I am looking for people who would like to showcase their work on the website. Music artists looking to post gig guides, interesting tour stories, a roadie corner and even groupie collectives. We are ruling nothing out.

E-mail: Bodederek@musicartindesign.co.uk to get your work reviewed, to post or you want to showcase your work on our websites.

Prospective clients looking to launch or simply brand, first contact to google.com@bodederek.com we exist so you guys may keep creating, doing what you do best while we handle the rest. Heightening the profile of Independent Music Professionals, unsigned artists and creative entities all over the globe.

The entertainment landscape is shifting rapidly, the rules are rewriting themselves. Now is the time for music professionals to create their own path. Take your destiny in your hands, let us help get you there!

Peace out.

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Brand to stand out.

2013-01-10T13:58:00.001Z

Music and entertainment artists must constantly evolve to stay in business.

Today's music artists has to be more than a musician, singer or instrumentalist. Being any of those is now considered as just a job description. What makes today's artist stand out is the branding, i.e. the artist has to become a brand in his or her own right. This is what will give the artist an edge over his peers in what is now considered a very competitive and high risk endeavour.

Getting the brand image to stand out, is almost more important than the product itself. So to be recognisable today, an artiste with a product such as digital downloads, CDs and Video not only has to merchandise items such as tee shirts, baseball caps etc., they will have to have a branded image. The artist has to become a brand in their own right.

The main essence of the brand will be unique to the artist themselves. Since the subject (the artist) is the brand, the factors to consider will be the image the person wants to project onto the world, what they believe, how they respond to situations, their likes, dislikes, mannerisms and even the walking style and affectations can be taken into consideration when deciding how to make the person into a brand.

Once the brand is established, products apart from the sound, can be introduced into the marketplace so that people can identify the product with the artist and their values. To optimise the branded image and keep it unique, work on the things that set them apart from their peers. A visually appealing and unforgettable logo will be the ideal to identify a brand.

Creatively packaging all of these things will put them on the right track to becoming an acceptable and unique brand.

When creating an effective logo, it is important to encompass the following:

1) An identity.

2) Reputation and what the artist stands for.

3) A decent website.

4) The experience.

So if you are a music and entertainment artist, these are the things you probably have to consider on your journey to become a brand in order to establish yourself.

Remember also to keep the vibes kicking.

Best Wishes,

'Bodederek

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Goodbye '12, Hello 2013!

2012-12-31T16:37:00.000Z

To you! Yes, you my friend, a happy 2013 to y'all. Whatever you are doing, where ever you may be, may this new year bring with it peace, joy and a blessed new year.

I have brought back the music widget to indulge those that visit. The song tracks were put together very quickly so visitors can at least listen to some music while they are here. Please enjoy it.

The next story is taking shape and should hit this blog hopefully on 10th January or thereabouts. The title will probably be "Can You See Me?" and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.

Please excuse editorial mistakes, the stories I put here are written in real time. Until I get a volunteer to do editorial work, anything can happen. There will be times when I probably will stumble, please accept my apologies in advance.

The new year is upon us, have a fine one!

'Bodederek

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Merry Christmas to the World!

2012-12-25T12:07:00.002Z

Today is Christmas day, a time Christians worldwide celebrate the birth of the Savior, our Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ. He was the original soul man, the no. 1 soul brother, who showed us the way to live. He was a teacher who had no equal, he taught us that above all else, love is the key. To love our fellow human beings as much as we love ourselves.

I wish the whole world peace and happiness in the coming year. Peace in those lands where there is conflict. Plenty in those lands where there is poverty and hunger. Joy in those places that have known nothing but sorrow. Love to fill the hearts and souls of those that hate. I know that good will ultimately win, in the fight against evil.

Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year!

'Bodederek

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International Traders.

2012-12-21T18:11:00.000Z

While I'm working out in my head the next story, I have an idea that I want to share. It is (to me anyway), a commercial thought for all my friends, people in my circles and anyone else who may care to investigate the feasibility of such thought.

Using the Worldwide web, the people who are seeking a specific product can be put in touch with those who have a specific or specialised product for sale, that way, they can all be of mutual benefit to each other. I know there are already on the web, certain sites and services offering something similar but, it is not exactly like I have in mind.

The world is changing. The way lots of things are done today, is not the way it was always done. New products are introduced into the marketplace daily. Some catch on, a lot don't. How can we tell which product is a good bet to invest in? Your guess is as good as mine, but one thing I know, is that the most successful products, the ones that seem to have a decent shelf life in terms of longevity, are the ones targeted toward our needs firstly, and our wants second, usually in that order of priority.

Getting to know people and what they do (at least as their profile suggests) got me thinking along these lines, that is, to get an International trading link or a network going that can benefit those with a bent for such. Maybe have our own international traders forum, giving out information about import and export procedures of the different countries that we live in. That way, we promote local businesses, those that manufacture, produce or sell services that can be even more beneficial to other communities or groups that are based overseas.

Anyone, individual, group, sole traders and professional people looking to source specific products in any continent on our globe could post in the forum and get more hands on deck to find it. A friend mentioned to me that the audio visual equipment that was used during an international arts festival has ceased to function. The equipment is no longer on sale and the manufacturers may have ceased trading. Some of the tapes of those historical events are deteriorating fast and they need restoration even faster. To find out more contact MusicArtinDesign.co.uk to help in rescuing one of the greatest music and art treasures, films and recordings from an international festival that promoted unity and peace amongst the minority peoples of the world. Any person who knows about audio visual recording equipment from the 70's please make contact.

Complacency is in part responsible for the current global economic depression. Over-dependency on doing things the way those things had always been done regardless of the changes happening all around us. Today, the changes seem to be happening even faster, new products are coming in eclipsing their predecessor. But are we getting our moneys worth? Are we utilising them to their full potential? That is the question for the individual end user to ask themselves. I think most will answer an honest no.

You can be sure that new ideas and concepts will drive the usage of new products that come into the marketplace. A lot of products have benefited from creative people's ingenuity whereby the product's usage went way beyond the scope they were intended for. Ideas are a powerful thing, they can change the world. An example could be Conceptualmusicartindesign.com who work at concepts, always looking for new ways of doing things, employing conceptual artists to help improve certain products that would be coming into the marketplace. Examining and recommending alterations when necessary. They also work with people in the entertainment field, with ideas, creators and sometimes with teams of professionals, when it is necessary.

Back to my idea, get like-minded people together into a group that can work at having alternatives to mainstream ideas and new uses for some products. Having a form of international co-operative that will benefit our communities while at the same time, we help each other. I have been trying my hands at trading without having to put in a substantial amount of capital, and I will admit it hasn't been easy, my workload skyrocketed. A few of these are Derenton's, MyFlabberwasGasted a health and vitality site and Motorscootersale.com. International traders can help in the sale and distribution of products worldwide while at the same time they could create competition for the vested interests who have been complacent and have enabled the cost of certain products and services worldwide to skyrocket.

I had a boss who was fond of asking me to think outside the box but he never really meant it. He used that phrase probably because he heard it used by his own bosses. This was a mob you needed to see to believe. The company never changed their modus operandi from inception, they used the same suppliers all of the time regardless of increasing cost of the supplies. Nothing was re-evaluated in the way the business was conducted. Then along came I, full of ideas about new and better ways of working and doing things that could in the long run benefit my employer. I was constantly in trouble, whenever my boss got information that I was working differently from ancient procedures that were introduced in 1966, an investigatory/disciplinary panel would be hastily assembled (they mostly fizzled into nothingness) as my boss looked for an appropriate excuse to fire me. His last line of defence whenever I enquired about their reluctance to adapt to the changing and ever more sophisticated marketplace was always "that is the way we have always done things."

I thought outside of the box most of the time I worked for this employer. Whenever I achieved outstanding results, my immediate boss took all of the glory and kept my name completely out of the frame, taking the credit without any apology for his previous inquisitorial behaviour toward me. Obsessive in covering their backsides, the bosses in this well known company were in a class of their own. Victimising and harassing those of us who have a semblance of original thought while spouting the phrase "think outside the box" without knowing what it really meant.

I have read a lot of posts, especially those on g+. A lot of talented people are out there, trying to better themselves in these changing times, Google is doing what they can to encourage intelligent people to take their own destiny into their own hands and are constantly giving us tools we may use to achieve that goal. To develop ideas and implement a profitable enterprise with my peers, I need to get them believing in the possibilities. If the idea benefits our communities while at the same time it creates a profitable niche, it would not be hard to get people to be passionate about the venture. One individual that comes to mind is +Rizvi Zohdi who has impressed me as a conceptual thinker, a person I can probably work and co-operate with if the right opportunity presents itself.

So, if you are seeking certain goods and products that are not easily available in your neck of the woods or you are seeking cheaper alternatives to what is currently available to you. Or you have, make or sell certain products that is better and maybe even cheaper to use in another part of the world, well that is an opportunity right there.

Who is with me? Can we serve humanity while at the same time work profitably for ourselves? I think we can.

Think about it!

Cheers,

'Bodederek

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GUNS KILL - PERIOD!

2012-12-17T20:30:00.000Z

Newtown Same Old Story.

Another mass shooting in the United States, this time, a single individual armed to the teeth targets little children. The kids are taken out together with a few of their teachers before the gunman calmly takes his own life.

These incidents are happening more frequently than ever before and it is likely that they will keep happening until U.S. citizens decide to approach the problem realistically. That innocent little children who are no threat to anyone could be killed in such a senseless manner, is shocking.

My condolences go to the parents of the little angels who were shot, the families of the brave teachers who paid the ultimate price protecting their wards. The US president, Barack Obama has expressed his outrage at the latest incident. He looked as shocked as the rest of us.

Only Americans can resolve the matter of gun control within their own borders. Only Americans can ask themselves the questions that need to be asked and the rest of us can only pray that they come up with the right solutions.

The powerful gun lobby in the United States seem determined to keep the status quo and are usually vehemently opposed to gun control in any form. They would refer to the first amendment and the founding fathers, saying the right to bear arms, is in the constitution. I doubt that these founding fathers ever imagined the powerful weapons that would be invented and the damage they are capable of causing.

We can only hope and pray that the US government and it's citizens will take a long look at itself, they should take into consideration the position they hold on the planet as the most advanced nation on earth and realise that that position was not obtained through the power of the gun. The rest of the world looks up to the US in almost every area except when it comes to the proliferation of weapons, the most backward nation seem more civilised in comparison.

Whatever happens, I hope the US citizenry will take action, re-examine their gun laws and put into place, a mechanism that protects the weak and the rest of their citizenry from these gun nuts who do so much damage. Nobody ever seems to know their deadly intent until it is usually too late.

The world is watching!

Peace,

'Bodederek

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Flaming Flamingoes

2012-12-13T14:52:00.000Z

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

The artwork on the posters publicizing the soccer match was excellent, it was better than I had imagined but there was one little flaw, the word Flamingos was spelled as Flamingoes. Since all of the posters were printed already, I decided to leave it be. So from that very day, we were officially "The Flaming Flamingoes" in print. Most people just called us "The Flamingos."

The poster had a caricature of each team member, drawn in a flattering kind of way. It presented us like we were stars, described each individual in detail. On the other hand, the Monarch team was represented in dull black and white that looked shabby in comparison to ours. I took the posters and dropped them off at Jackie's home. By now it was getting late, I needed to get home before it got too late or I would be in trouble. The quickest route home was a series of alleyways that are usually dark and dingy at night, and that was the route I decided on.

I have previously walked this route before, most of the time with friends but a few times, I had been on my own. It was familiar territory although sometimes it could be creepy, tonight though my mind was occupied and as I walked the route, fear was the furthest thing from my mind. There was just too much going on in my head so I didn't see or sense any danger until figures came at me from the shadows.

I woke up in a hospital bed the next day. I had obviously been attacked taking a short cut home and had apparently suffered some serious injuries. My attackers hadn't showed any mercy. The last thing I remembered was being grabbed from behind. I don't know who attacked me or why I was picked as a victim, whoever they were, they almost killed me that night. Some people tell me it was the gang that was at our last match. Others think it was the Jackass taking bets the day I scored a deliberate own goal that almost caused a riot.

The fixture between the Flamingoes and the Monarchs happened a few days later without me. They all came to the hospital straight from the pitch after defeating our opponents in what I gather was a spectacular. I had mixed feelings, glad that they won but sad that I was not on the field with them to share the glory. Ade ended up as captain of the team, Jackie became the manager. Between them they took my team to glory.

The team went from strength to strength and became the talk of our town. Many people still talk about the Flamingoes today like it all happened yesterday. That dream that I put on a poster actually came to pass, those boys took my dream and flew it even higher than I could ever have imagined.

I, on the other hand never played soccer again. After spending five months in hospital undergoing numerous surgeries, having physiotherapy until I could walk again, soccer became one luxury I could never ever indulge in again. But the memory of those days, still brings a smile and a sense of satisfaction that the pain and suffering I endured while in hospital and during the agonizing months of recovery, had been worth it.

THE END

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The Flaming Flamingoes (Contd...)

2012-12-02T16:45:00.000Z

These stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental.

Three days after the match that ended up a fiasco when the whole Flamingo team almost got their asses kicked by angry spectators out for blood, my mind without warning, slipped into a "what if" mode. What if those gang members hadn't been distracted by that Jackass? What would have happened if Dan's bodyguard Rab hadn't reached us in time? What would have happened if we hadn't stuck close together during the actual melee?

These thoughts came out of nowhere as the consequences of the rash decision to go and play in unfamiliar terrain suddenly struck like a thunderbolt. My family blissfully unaware of the terrible chaos that almost engulfed my friends and I, were out and as I stood in the front porch of my parents house, my stomach started churning and doing somersaults all at the same time. My knees suddenly felt weak and wobbly that I had to grab the wall to keep from falling over. The delayed shock made me feel like throwing up. Bent over and trembling, I managed to crawl all the way upstairs into my bedroom and slipped under the covers. Shivering, trembling and curled into a ball, I lay there and gradually drifted off into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark outside. My anxiety had vanished. It was as if it had never happened. I don't know how long I was out of it. I was just glad that no-one had bothered to look in on me. I eased myself off the bed and took a quick shower. I then dressed very quickly so I can catch my artist friend at home before it got too late. I had some posters to collect and distribute across the town. You see even then back in the day, I knew about the power of publicity. I also had an instinct about using spin to unnerve opponents.

The kicks and bruises from our trial match was a lesson learned and I was determined to do what I can to un-settle our next opponents, Monarchs. I wanted to mess with Zeke's head, get him doubting his own and his team's ability to beat us, so I commissioned an artist to make some posters advertising the match between the Flamingos and Monarchs. In the poster, the Flamingos image will be more flattering and will make the Monarch's image look shabby in comparison to ours. I wanted to chip away some of Zeke's cockiness before we met on the pitch.

That plan almost backfired on me...

Selfless Service!

2012-11-11T15:35:00.000Z

It is very easy to criticize public officials, politicians and the most powerful individuals on the planet whose influence sometimes affect us all, in some way.

Now Obama sits comfortably on a chair in the Oval office, after a hard fought election, I wish him and the American citizenry the best in the next four years. I hope Mitt Romney realizes that he fought a noble campaign to unseat an incumbent President and gave us all a few worrying moments. I can assure him the right candidate eventually won the race.

Our planet is going through some of the most challenging times in recent months and a change in the presidency in the most powerful nation on earth would have further added some uncertainty to the situation and the numerous changes currently taking place all over the globe.

I was very proud to see many young Americans go out to vote last week and it seemed the majority voted for President Obama. I am impressed that the very young have now decided to be proactive, to influence and to participate in the politics that would affect and could change the quality of their lives.

However, the main thrust of this post today, is to give thanks to those politicians, public officials and citizens of the world, who, in different countries of the globe do give service to humanity. Too many times the news is about self serving politicians and corrupt public officials stealing from public coffers, taking bribes and generally selling the citizenry out to the highest bidder.

I don't like to comment on politics, but since the US is relevant as the most powerful nation, it is important to pray for her to be stable and at peace with the rest of us. China too is picking a new leader to run that massive nation and it is important that she too remains stable.

Too many times, the focus of the media is on the negative things done by negative individuals, public officials and politicians. It sometimes gives the average man on the street, the impression that most rulers and politicians are corrupt and self serving. True, there are bad elements in government, police and the armed forces, but the vast majority are decent, law abiding citizens who go out each day all over the planet to give selfless service to their citizenry. It is those people, from presidents to pauper whom I will hail as the true heroes.

Those, who despite the challenges they face daily, go out of their way to make a difference in our lives, may God bless you all!

'Bodederek

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