Sins of the Past – human zoo

blkgrlA Black African girl in a human zoo in Belgium in 1958, being fed bananas like a monkey

You see them, they are there, in black and white, documented, unmistakable, sins of the past, and you wonder, what were they thinking? How could they be so wrong. How could they have missed the mark by so wide a margin…

Human zoo via Wikipedia


The seeds in my kitchen

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Sometimes life brings harsh things your way… rather people’s/ institution’s harsh decisions put you in a place where not much of the world matters anymore.
You still have control of your mind, emotions and everyday’s decision, but a big part of your welfare is taken away from you.

As you wait, day after day, month after month, year after year, it feels like you are in a prison…like you don’t matter. Your mind tries to play tricks on you. In the end it’s up to you how you react.

But while persecution (especially institutional persecution) can never stay forever, and while the dictates of an institution says more about the kinds of people who lead / work in it, than about anything else, in these times, you learn a lot more about the world and people. In fact, it’s interesting that sometimes during your toughest times is when you can be your strongest. The redeemed time is a miracle in which massive rearmament on all levels occurs. Unbeknownst to your aggressors, they are giving you an opportunity, to become a lot better than you were before, and after the years in the wilderness are over, life will be amazing…literally

In these times you learn not to miss a thing, your senses become acutely aware of your surroundings, you begin to see a lot more opportunities in ordinary phenomena, its like a switch inside you to the brilliant version  of you is engaged… and time is never enough.

And you then begin to realise that there are many other things that are more important than your own life, there are many causes that are timeless…. and worth your time, whose beauty and character is a wonder.

And it’s not only the big things, even the little things

The Compliant Citizen

The Compliant Citizen

The State likes a compliant citizen

Who doesn’t claim expenses avoids debates doesn’t complain

She’s the lady who plays the lotto

Takes Nana to the Bingo – hides her Muscato!

He’s the man who thinks politicians are crass

And the Ma’am who believes foreign wars keeps us safe

The market git who sells items made of brass

Good old Mr Steve McGrath

The State likes a compliant citizen

Who supports the state enjoys soaps believes the news

He’s the father inattentive to exorbitant energy prices

Wouldn’t ask why council tax’s nearly hit the sky

When turbines were erected next to that field of Rye

The citizen’s car is cheaper than its insurance

She’s terrified of skipping payments of her TV license

As Caesar demands his dues

Who should mind a bit of Top-up fees?

The State likes a compliant citizen

Who doesn’t fall sick shuns benefits likes to work

The Polish plumber who will never get the sack

The industrialist whose sofa is clothed in the union jack

Raging at naming and shaming on the radio station

He’s never been to a single demonstration

Can justify price hikes by Petronas

Unalarmed when a broke state bank awards a fat bonus

The State likes a compliant citizen

Who hates tax havens despises Unions holidays in Spain

He donates money to charity

To outfits where every admin has a deputy

Small portions of donation trickle to destination

Where a corrupt leader is aggrandised as if he were a King

Your Excellency Chief Dr. Professor Reverend Sir

Piles of titles!

Loans from Beijing!

The State likes a compliant citizen

Who fundraises for the poor without asking questions

Why the poor country’s leaders have Swiss accounts?

Why they travel by private jet and are driven in limousines?

When their country’s children are always starved?

Poorly paid doctors in hospitals without drugs?

Attempting to save lives in a death camp

An exorcism within the pits of hell

These Excellences are selfish bastards

The stench emanating from their greed chokes a continent’s progress

Obese and uncultured – surrounded by brutes

Mediocre characters gobbling on fraudulent wealth

What a recipe for wholesale death!

The State likes a compliant citizen

Who’s hostile to otherness, a bandwagonist, kinda bigoted

The rendezvous of closet supremacists is at the beer festival

It’s Saturday morning – we’re off to the carnival!

For tomorrow’s footie – if I may please make a gentle request

Send over the newspapers during the half-time interval!

Compliant citizens are indifferent to corporate bribery

To organisations specialising in global trickery

Preying on a poor man’s resource

Dollar kickbacks without remorse

As lucrative trade in planes and bombs

Offsets dark arts by drones

Luncheons dominated by grey haired misogynists

Fattening middlemen in Saudi Arabia

Backdoor payments to crooks in Algeria

Wealth creation for mighty Britannia.

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True Stories being ignored – via #Doctors without Borders / #MSF

From Sarah Dina, MSF mental health officer in Pakistan: “Imagine that on your month-long trek across the mountains to safety, you have little food and water. You have blisters on your feet from your shoes at the start; you have cuts on your feet from walking barefoot at the end. Imagine walking through the snow, up a steep incline, hiding in the shrubbery when you hear a blast. Just imagine that as you walk, you see small children along the way who have been abandoned by their parents because it was impossible to carry them any longer through such rough terrain and in such harsh conditions. I tried to imagine how these parents felt. But I stopped myself. It’s too painful to think about their pain.” Saturday is International Women’s Day. On that day, and every day, thousands of women worldwide will leave their homes to flee war or persecution. The fact that they are women makes their ordeal even more harrowing. Read this and other stories: