Chapter 55

The Goffal Raps: Mixed race systems of ideas for prolonging life

 

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No one dare say it aloud, but it splintered our slang speaking minds; we had to get out, the new majority rule, left no economic space for us to plant our seeds. While the conversation behind the brown beer bottle seemed to focus on, the positive aspects of the exodus, like you can work two jobs and earn the strong pound and return with enough to buy houses called cabins, or cars called gees, the truth was we all knew survival depended on it. We were the bees looking for a new hive, seeking freedom and continuance in the land of the Queen.

 

When Lionel arrived in the United Kingdom called London by our British created race, he was surprised to find that he had to work two jobs just to survive, but the conversation behind the British beers, told him it was still better, than having no job in Zimbabwe, cause his skin was wrongly colored, by the mixing of black and white blood.

 

At the end of white rule, our mixed race group, classified as race coloured, numbered

20 thousand, within 30 years of majority rule that number would be down to 2 thousand, with the identity double zero. Zero being nothing, and double zero being less than nothing.

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Some would argue that we deserved, this great betrayal, by the sons of our motherland, for being nothing more, than house slaves to the British settlers. As always Lionel would argue that a human must do what they must do to keep life moving forward. For Lionel there was something special in the mixing of blood, it created an adaptable human, who could be more than just black or white. The mixing was like Gods final solution to end the war between black and whites.

 

Like most of his blood, he originated and did time in the trenches of the suburb called Arbennie before promotion to the newly built suburb of Sunningdale. For mixed raced families willing to work hard, and avoid the illusions of the brown bottle, a natural progression was allowed to live in better areas, like the Saint Martins, or Braeside

And finally reaching the top in Hillside.

 

Lionel’s guardians had a good and severely entrapment to the brown bottle thus avoiding the expected rise of out of the lowly ghetto. His uncles had went to war to protect British interest; they in luck did not lose their lives, but inevitably lost their marbles. A Google search of Lionel’s mind would show young images of him as a kid running on the ghetto streets next to his uncle holding an FN rifle: Neighbors’ screaming.

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Mostly Lionel avoid thoughts on the past, one had to look forward, be positive, imagine castles in the sky, and set out to build them.

 

Like most of us Lionel learned to love the new land and have a ready answer to the English Question.

“Are you black?”

 

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Chapter 54

Patch me through to Dr Adams

“Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish.”

To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies.

To become extinct.

Curtains, deceased, demised, departed and defunct.

Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring.

Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits.

The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep.

God’s way of saying, “Slow down.”

To check out.

To shuffle off this mortal coil.

To head for the happy hunting ground.

To blink for an exceptionally long period of time.

To find oneself without breath.

- To be the incredible decaying man. – Worm buffet.

- Kick the bucket. – Buy the farm.

- Take the cab. – Cash in your chips.

And if we bury you ass up, we have a place to park my bike.

The brain creates the mind, as a virtual space to expand and speed up its thinking. The virtual space becomes the conscious you, who can  take control of the mind and use it to control the brain. More often then not, we allow the brain to dictate the mental script that runs in our minds, and the brain has a tendency to repeat scripts, that it runs repeatedly.

Is your brain controlling your mind, or are you using your mind to control the brain.

Continued from Previous Chapter
She picked a rose from the garden growing in front of the water bottling company, the smell made her wonder, how breakfast, scientifically became the most important meal of the day, for the animal man.

As the dew evaporated from the grass, and the mammals danced the morning truce around the watering hole, she sat looking at her morning bowl of cereal, thinking, the damm the cow forgot to bring the milk.

Chapter 53

The Side Thorn Irony

 

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It was not a bother to his mind, that he was now expected to, drink 8 glasses of water a day, to please the scientific evidence that watered the rose bush tree, planted next to the entrance of the water bottling company.

The Fact that leaders can exploit the voters, and the voters never ever think as a group lets exploit the leaders, never entered his mind as a problem thought.

He worried more, about his own hunger pangs, singing auto tunes,
in his belly, then he did about the information, downloading from
the black and white TV, about some war between the Jews and the
Paleys. He laughed at the idiots, who could not pin point the war
on the map, but were trying to uplift their own causes, by wearing scarves with variables, pointing to the conflict. If you asked him how to end that war, he would of simply said., let the Paleys wear,
striped black and grey stripped pajamas. Oh!

He marveled much in his history, as Tim Berner-Lees, gave birth to the
web, and the web gave birth to open source and freedom. And
Freedom spawned, blind spot advertised search, and the search
morphed into the social network, and the space freedom,
gave birth to the book of faces, that removed the freedom, making
each node the product on the shelf. And the tech giants purchased
all the ones and zeros, and converted the freedom into 99 cents.
And the Apple killed the flash drive, while others were, looking through the
windows of charity.

Kevin Kelly ” Follow the Free” (symbol of the past)(network freedom)
Tech World Order ” Collect node information and convert it into
monetary value” (symbol of the atom, nodes spin around powerful center)

There was no thorn in his mind for the tech world order, with
droned pizza delivery.

 

His pain was much closure to home,

 

“bloody peanut butter and jelly sandwiches again”

 

He seriously needed to change his diet.

Chapter 52

The Mind Swagger Thought

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People were always telling Thoka that he should eat healthy and exercise on the regular, which he did, when finance permitted.

On this day he is heading to his death, and no good food, or exercised muscle is going to help. He knew this death was coming to him on that day.

So he sent a final text message to his loved ones.

Do not worry about your health of body, look after your mind, exercise it in good thought and the rest will follow.  Entertain no fear, of dictator, of bully, of tomorrow.

The moment before the taxi hit the curb, in that second before, where the hands of time slow down, and the relativity of time comes clear to mind. Thoka smiled in clarity with an empty mind.  All fears erased taking with them the suffering that had defined his life, he journeyed to the other side in style.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 51

Fruits of leaf of Tree

OF MIXED RACE

OF COLOURED

OF GOFFAL

OF AFRICA

OF EUROPE

OF HUMAN

OF EARTH

the sound of turning pages

readers knowing and full of hope

enter into the final chapters

dreams of grace

courage beyond measure

bouncing walk

we rise

we rise!

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Being Honoured at the Brown Velvet Awards

Being Honoured
On 24 May 2014 our Coloured Community in Zimbabwe came together, for the first time in history, to acknowledge and honour its own in a gala evening of joyous celebration titled the Brown Velvet Awards.
Awards were conferred in various categories of outstanding contribution to our people and society in general.
I was privileged to receive the award, in the Groundbreaker category, for having served the course of justice as the first non-White magistrate in this region, then as a Judge in Zimbabwe and South Africa and for having been an expert advisor to three governments in this region, with Botswana and Namibia now enjoying internationally unmatchable Road Crash Compensation systems.
Serving as an expert on Carte Blanche’s live coverage of the Oscar Pistorius Trial of the Century was seen as bringing honour to all of Zimbabwe.
No one can be more greatly honoured than by his or her own in his/her country of birth. It was the most wonderful moment of my life.
I can go on to rest in peace knowing that my life was not wasted, because it made a difference, howsoever small, to other human beings during revolutionary and trying times.
It is the hope of my community and I that our example of NOT being obsessed with difference, be it race, ethnicity, tribe, skin tone, religion or culture, will be followed by all of mankind. 


May the Brown Velvet brand be the message of HOPE for the planet.

The event was organised by Ms Tracey Jane Bell whose conceived the brilliant concept of Brown Velvet.

Chapter 50

 

The Charlie Yellow Rant

 

 

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So finally we reach the half stage of the book, getting closer to the atomic level now.
Thanks for sticking with me.

Charlie Yellow decided as he got to the middle of the book, it was time for a good old rant.
English was not his first language, but he promised he would give it a good old English try.

<RANT 1>
#Political Hacks 101
Hack 15

‘Doing the Same thing and expecting different results.’

When one has a  look at African political leaders they always summed up in the above quote, simply because all African countries governed by liberation movements tend to spiral along a downward trajectory of self destruction. And one is left wondering why.

Well the truth is the leaders are getting the results they want, and the result is self riches beyond measure. Only fools and idiots believe the promises of Leaders. If you feel you are not a fool, feel free to join the idiots.  

As an African what can you do about it? Nothing, and then some more nothing. Remove your self enriching leader and he will be replaced by another self enriching Leader. Why? It is a psycological issue! Not an individual psychology i.e as in the Psychopaths (A person without compassion)who lead, but rather a matter of group psycology. As a group(uneducated) we hand over power, for the smallest price, a plate of food, or simply fear of the shooting sticks.  

Lastly , we have a share group history of abuse, from chiefs, kings, and queens, and colonizers. Suffer continua. Suffer continua.

<RANT 2>
Reality shows?
We have become obsessed by these, even though we know they are in essence a fake reality, cause after all they are just shows. Worse yet, we are becoming obsessed by the stars of these shows. Busy watching the unfolding of someone else life, the question is then who is, who is  living yours.

<RANT 3>
New World Order?
The greatest fear of the modern generation. Simple to answer. A world order is governed by the most power nation on the planet at any given time. i.e in Roman times it would be the Roman world order. So what is the new world order, it is a term created to hide the government of The World order, a term used to miss direct minds in stupid pursuits of Conspiracy. There is no New World Order, there is only a simply World Order, and that order is governed by the most powerful nation.  Used to be the British at one stage, cant say who it is now.

<RANT 4>
Is there a GOD?
Well the best way to explain this would be to use the scientific method, as it is mainly sciences that denys the existence of GOD.
On a quantum level, GOD is the sum of all the sub atomic particles. He can be in two places at once. Next we replace Schrodinger’s cat with God, and find that GOD exist and he does not exist. Pretty powerful of him, don’t you think!

<RANT 5>
Future Predictions!
And I am not talking the kind, like Nostradamus that are rather hind site predictions, I am talking about the direction the world is heading now.

SA. Rand drops to 20 to the dollar.
She is vulgar on stage, crotch grabbing, to pull the fans, but now she has gone too far.
You better belib it, walks out his closet in pink fur.
The African spring, copy cat of the Arabs
When dies a small civil war erupts from the factions.

<RANT 6>
S  M I L E !

Chapter 49

 

The Inconvenient Life of Paul

 

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For as long as he could remember his life always leaned in a swagger manner on an inconvenient wall. He was born Black in the White Owned country of Rhodesia. You can throw numerous tags at this, like fate , irony , but having the wrong color skin was a serious inconvenience for him.

Years later the unrepentant Rhodesia’s bus turds, lost the war for ownership of the Land to the Bantu immigrants, Paul smiled as finally he had a chance, to do a walking bounce up and off the wall, when the inconvenience stuck again. He was of the Ndebele Tribe and the hands of Land government were in the control of the Shona Tribe.

He quickly packed his bags and headed to the Land of the Queen, hoping to enjoy the benefits of a 2 year working holiday, his right as a subject of the commonwealth. The English let him into their country with smiles and frowns, he proceed to the Home Office, the key holders of the working holiday permit. When the SUN shine brought his attention to a newspaper Headline that simple said. ZIMBABWE WITHDRAWS FROM THE COMMONWEALTH.

Yes sod he thought, you are the God of inconvenience. Paul bought himself a shovel and dug himself a hole to live on the underground. His illegal status in the Land of the queen, importuned him, to the most menial of jobs, washing potatoes and making chips for a harsh African Hating Iranian Boss. He wages plus 40 hours overtime, were only enough to pay rent for a bed sit, with shoddy plumbing, and in door heating with attitude.

The wall of his bed sit, was scribbled with words from previous occupants. Jane Doe’s cousin was here. Jon Doe’s brother was here. Adam -heart shape- Eve.

Paul grabbed a pen scribbled his name, scratched it off and wrote SAUL underneath.

Conclusion
At this point in his inconvenient life, he would never have enough to return home. He smiled and lived the rest of his life as chippy slave, eating left over food, but always ever paying his rent on time.

Notes:
1] Life has a sense of humor
2] When life gives you lemons, be happy life is giving others naught and nothing.
3] When you run out of Good Luck, wait to run of Bad luck.