Wednesday, 23 March 2016

January 20th 2014

Dear Diary,

         Today was a typical ol'Monday, I was so stressed up today. And whats more my lecturer refused to let me give my point  today in class even though it was a salient one. I mean people kept giving really absurd contributions in class and I thought that mine was a really good.
 
         When he eventually called on me, I was so angry  my voice was shaky as though I wanted to cry or something and as if that wasn't already a bummer I said 19/11 instead of 9/11. yikes!!!!

          Well i'm thinking i'm thinking of a way of getting back at him and having my pound of flesh (it would make a good sandwich) any ideas?

          Of late all that goes on in my head are unhealthy thoughts of marriage I think its because almost all the girls I know are getting married. Every Saturday some girl I know is getting married. It makes me feel old and some type of way I can't even put a finger to the way I feel.

         All I know is that I cant wait to leave this environment with all the drama especially marriage drama ewww! i'm like totally grossed out, angry and disapionted in my self for even thinking about that right now.

                                 Nyte diary, :))   ;))  XOXO

PS: Don't you just love that library, if only it looked more cushiony I did get one and stay there forever me and all my books. Total bliss I tell you, it would be my very own Utopia. Who needs marital bliss when you can get book bliss.

Shortened Versions of the Classics for Lazy Folks


            When it comes to classic literature, people can generally be divided into the
following three camps:
1. Those who have read it.
2. Those who pretend to have read it.
3. Those who keep saying they’re going to read it, but never do.
Hats off to the first camp, but we can’t really blame those from camps two and
three. After all, classic novels can often seem pretty formidable, not least
because they’re often rather long. War and Peace is over 1,400 pages, Don
Quixote is close to 1000, and James Joyce’s Ulysses, while not quite as long, is
still, well, Ulysses.
But thanks to Cartoonist John Atkinson, such literary behemoths need no longer
be intimidating because he’s kindly reduced them all to just a handful of words
in these funny illustrations below. Now you too can pretend to have read the
greats! But beware, spoilers lie ahead!
John says he’s planning on doing at least one more in the
series, but he hasn’t decided which books to include yet.

Culled from Boredpanda.com

Thursday, 17 March 2016

Africa can read

       Yes! Africans can read, meetPhilani Dladla, a homeless man living on the streetsof Johannesburg, isprobably the last person you’d expect to be a bookworm. Yet, the 24-year-old is quite a voracious reader. And instead of begging like other homelesspeople, he has chosen to make a living by reviewing and selling books.
South African director and cinematographer Tebogo Malope played a
tremendous part in bringing Philani’s unique and inspiring story to the
world. Malope, 29, recorded an interview with Philani called the ‘Pavement
Bookworm’; the videos have gone viral since he put them up online last
year.

        The two-part interview features Philani speaking about the books he has
read and why he likes them – the man is so full of infectious joy as he
discusses his love of reading. His sense of passion and appreciation of
books is extremely rare, especially for someone who leads a difficult life.
Philani seems unfazed by his own living conditions, he only wants to tell
the world how great it is to read.

       On a typical day, Philani stops at various streets in Johannesburg with a
pile of books; on request, he will review the books, the authors and even
the publishers. “He has read all the books in his collection and is always
seeking for more to read,” said Tebogo. “He then sells some of his books
as a way to raise money for himself and some of his homeless friends.”
It is seriously amazing to watch him talk about books. His favorite author,
he said, is John Grisham, because he “touches on social justice and I think
that’s the one thing lacking in the world.” What I found most amusing was
his review of the Jodi Picoult novel, My Sister’s Keeper.

          “You know, when you got a car. But this car, it always gives you problems.
Now, you go maybe buy a second-hand car just to take some parts from
that and fix this one. This lady, she was suffering from leukemia. So her
parents decided to give birth to another sister, so she’s gonna be like a
donor,” he explained wisely.

         Philani began to appreciate books when he managed to rescue himself
from drug addiction by reading self-help books. “I hate drugs, because I
know what drugs can do to you,” he said. “And drugs can turn you into a
money-making machine. You can work four hours, you get four hundred,
and go spend that four hundred in four minutes. So, four hours, four
hundred, four minutes, all gone. Just imagine, all that effort.”

          He points out that reading, on the other hand, can never hurt you. “I
promise, reading is not harmful,” he said. “There’s no thing as harmful
knowledge, this thing is only going to make you a better person. Reading is
good for kids, for adults, for grannies, for people in old age homes. You can
go to old age homes and see how many people read. That shows that you
can never get enough of knowledge, because these people they are old, but
they still read every day.”

         Philani is especially concerned that kids these days do not read enough.
For kids, he says, he doesn’t mind giving his books away for free. “You
come here, you see kids, they are busy with their BBMs. All they care about
is blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. But you’re not acquiring any new knowledge,
you’re not gaining anything. It’s just to kill time.”

          According to Tebogo, Philani is a “great role model on the power of reading
and can be an amazing ambassador for our young people.” The director
also said that he’s appealing to anyone that can somehow contribute to
Philani’s life.

      Thanks to the video interview, motorists are actually stopping when they
spot the pavement bookworm – to chat with him and probably even pick
up a book or two. His finest moment was when he had a visit from Steven
Boykey Sidley, the author of Entanglement and received a copy of his
latest book.

March 17th

Dear Diary,
      Yesterday was a defining moment in my life, there is more to my life than a miserly pay at an anachronistic government parastatal that has refused to evolve with the times. Yesterday I realised that in life a lot of people will try to sabotage you when they see that you have potentials. Yesterday I realised that there is more to more life than working my butt off for a retrogressive management that is only out to exploit me. You know I've been all about knowing what my purpose in life is but yesterday I realised that if I sit down and expect life too unfold and unravel its mysteries it would never. You create your purpose, just like you create your destiny. Starting today I'm embarking on a journey of creating my purpose, I'm sure of one thing though if I build others, helped them grow, helped them fulfill their potentials. My own life will have meaning.

March 17th

Dear Diary,
      Yesterday was a defining moment in my life, there is more to my life than a miserly pay at an anachronistic government parastatal that has refused to evolve with the times. Yesterday I realised that in life a lot of people will try to sabotage you when they see that you have potentials. Yesterday I realised that there is more to more life than working my butt off for a retrogressive management that is only out to exploit me. You know I've been all about knowing what my purpose in life is but yesterday I realised that if I sit down and expect life too unfold and unravel its mysteries it would never. You create your purpose, just like you create your destiny. Starting today I'm embarking on a journey of creating my purpose, I'm sure of one thing though if I build others, helped them grow, helped them fulfill their potentials. My own life will have meaning.

Tuesday, 15 March 2016

And so we became Witch hunters

         
         Growing up I remember watching mount zion films and Helen Ukpabio films with their religious plots with motifs of heaven consciousness, witchcraft and the paranormal. I will never stop saying that those movies had the most macabre looking characters I have ever seen. My parents faithfully waited to buy the sequel to each of the "Ultimate Power(Agbaranla)" series and then I was made to watch these "Christian" movies because they were supposedly good for my five year old spiritual life.
       If watching Perilous times, married to a witch, power to bind or any of the so called Christian films I was subjected to watching as a kid did anything good for my spiritual life I wouldn't know. What I do know is that those movies left me highly traumatized and with recurrent nightmares of eyes getting plucked and  Witches with male penises ( Helen Ukpabio has issues).
        I grew up with the consciousness that if you ate biscuits or ate puff-puff during a class mates birthday at school there was every probability that you would find yourself flying at night and chanting "puff-puff", "puff-puff" in your sleep. That was the classic example of how children got possessed that parents used with their children in the last years of the nineties. There was also the true life story everyone's parent seemed to know about but never who's story it was. It was the story of the child who didn't eat biscuits and sweets shared during a birthday but instead left them in the pockets of his school uniform where they metamorphosed into a dead human thumb.
         This were stories that nightmares were made of, and my parents would tell this stories to us over and over again, if they didn't see how pale our faces looked  or the giant goosebumps on our bodies I would never know. While I always politely declined food when anyone offered them to me, the stories I had been told and movies I had watched made me acutely suspicious of everyone. Everyone was a potential witch or wizard, myself inclusive you never know even the smallest things could make you possessed by a legion of angry demons like not closing your eyes tight enough or saying Amen loud enough when an exorcism(deliverance session)was taking place in church.
          You had to look as pious as possible, your hair covered up, any hair attachment or make up of any sort was prohibited after all they had been manufactured in the lagoon by marine spirits and Mammi water(mermaids). Using a coloured lip gloss or heaven forbid red lipstick automatically meant that you had entered into a covenant with Lucifer and there where even deliverance sections(exorcisms) where people confessed to getting initiated by "pomade" to prove this theory.
        So tell me why I wouldn't grow up bigoted, mistrustful and highly judgemental, tell me why I wouldn't see a  woman with a zillion tattoos on her body(the mark of the beast)and immediately call her the spawn of Satan and the Lucifer's hench woman.
        If I did that however I would have been wrong just like my parents before had been wrong, she with her "marks of the beast" had saved a boy written off by the rest of us as Ifot!(Ibibio for witch) because of his peculiarities or may be lack of them. She wasn't what I had become, she wasn't a witch hunter.

Sunday, 13 March 2016

17th January 2014

Everybody has their own story to tell. Your life is like a book that
you don't ever get to put down. So make it interesting. ~Brian &
Johnathan, www.thegaybeards.com

Dear Diary,
   There are some days that we just wish would end already. We wonder if any day could ever get better again. That's the way I felt yesterday, Today however I feel so much better. The laptop in question isn't showing any screen malfunctions. I hope it stays that way.
      
           Today was pretty stressful and hectic but I loved it. I guess its really beginning to register that I'm back in school. I've got a ton of assignments plus project work and I've also got so much reading to do. I guess I still lack the drive I was having before the strike, I hope I get my serious student groove back.
                                               Nyte Diary XOXO