Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Monday, April 6, 2020
The media has attained unprecedented heights of relevance with the level of attention focused on them. "How many cases? How many dead? Sanitize! Isolate! Should there be a lockdown?"
Restrictions on movement and speech multiply. Trade suffers, commerce languishes, transport grinds to a halt. Traffic jams? What traffic jams? The economic juggernaut is brought to it's knees. The money is dried up in an effort to dehydrate the pandemic. Tension mounts, no word of a cure.
Every day freedom recedes into the realm of idealism, a hazy horizontal mirage, a throwback to the glorious days of normalcy, in which the dollar answered all things, and reigned supreme. But now its supplicants are perplexed.
Boxed in and nostalgic, in fear for their lives and livelihoods, the people eventually give up their rights and liberties. With the dearth of liquidity, with the money addict's supply choked to a trickle, one by one he relinquishes his hard-won heritage to secure the drug. "It is an emergency,"' he tells himself, "When this is all over I'll get it all back." All sacrifices to a god that answers not.
The dealer having cultivated the addiction has withdrawn the supply. After a long enough period, withdrawal symptoms lay waste his customer's resolve. Composure is entirely lost, and dignity abdicates in hunger's favor. The customer, totally drained of resources and driven mad by desperation, offers himself, mind soul and body, in exchange for sweet release from the torment of hunger and privation.
Suddenly with clarion blasts the brazen gates of bounty are thrown open to the starving. Behold your hero, your dealer. Behold your god, Mammon. They are received joyfully, with open arms.
Monday, January 13, 2020
"Justice being taken away, then, what are kingdoms but great robberies? For what are robberies themselves, but little kingdoms? The band itself is made up of men; it is ruled by the authority of a prince, it is knit together by the pact of the confederacy; the booty is divided by the law agreed on. If, by the admittance of abandoned men, this evil increases to such a degree that it holds places, fixes abodes, takes possession of cities, and subdues peoples, it assumes the more plainly the name of a kingdom, because the reality is now manifestly conferred on it, not by the removal of covetousness, but by the addition of impunity." Indeed, that was an apt and true reply which was given to Alexander the Great by a pirate who had been seized. For when that king had asked the man what he meant by keeping hostile possession of the sea, he answered with bold pride, “What thou meanest by seizing the whole earth; but because I do it with a petty ship, I am called a robber, whilst thou who dost it with a great fleet art styled emperor."
Originally quoted from St. Augustine's book City of God
copied onto here from https://oll.libertyfund.org/quotes/200
Thursday, January 2, 2020
I was a broke kid in the midst of rich kids. Constantly felt lost and out of place. Couldn't hang out with the cool crowd. Looked, felt and acted out of place in the few instances I dared to show up at a rave, and didn't know enough to actually avoid caring as much as I pretended not to. It got to me.
Naturally my introversion was amplified in this social wilderness. I mostly hung out alone, sinking deeper into my personal black abyss every day especially after I finally gave up on finding acceptance. No cool clothes, no hot girl, and forget about a car; I worried instead about how Mother could even afford my fees and meals.
Fortunately there was football and swimming. I clung to these sports with more wrath than enthusiasm in a desperate attempt to sublimate the fury of frustrated youth. And the library was big and well stocked with variety. It helped to distract me from all the fun I couldn't afford.
One time an unsought-after crisis befell me. In my eagerness to make friends I lent my only pair of football boots to a teammate who showed up for a match late, hung over and ill equipped. He ran the boots down to shreds in the space of ninety minutes and handed them back to me in the most casual manner, "thanks dude," and dashed off to some other party with his buddies, leaving in my hands a stinking muddy mess of rags and studs. I put a brave face to it, quietly hoping he would make good for the damage, and retired to my humble hostel room to while the ever-present hunger away.
But the days went by and I had no shoes with which to play football. they only had swimming twice a week in those days, and that was grossly insufficient to exorcise my frustrations. So the blackness grew within, with anger and hatred to boot. Depression set in.
But as if in answer to a prayer I needed to make but didn't know I should, Mother traveled to town uninvited and took me shopping to Gikomba. She bought me a second hand pair of blue Adidas F50 boots for 1200 shillings.
12 dollars! Best gift I ever received! Literally saved my life.
Love you Mum.
Monday, September 16, 2019
Monday, May 27, 2019
Bankrupt of gravity befitting the day
with a gathered throng in full view
Did you not struggle with dismay?
No precedent was set, you made-believe,
just her quirky humors misfiring again.
Best at this point no offense to percieve
good practice anyway to cover her sin.
She meant no ill, your gracious thought,
casting aside with her oversight
the pang of regret, the jolting doubt,
foreshadowing hurts she will inflict.
Nobly you played the hand you got
and dignified the choice you made.
Lastly you embraced your happy lot
and made of that lemon lemonade.
Thursday, May 2, 2019
Friday, March 1, 2019
Who longs for days long past
when strange hearts felt their way
in pitch darkness for each other?
And awkward silence tantalized
and jokes veered into explanations
before humor was identified,
and highstrung anxiety prevailed
for sheer zeal to impress,
and onlooking sceptics who
at the time sounded right,
and touch rescued the dumbstruck
sparing language the expenditure.
How did we even survive?
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Saturday, November 24, 2018
The distance between us is a crutch
a convenient excuse
something we can blame
for our vacuous inner life
for our ominous silences
for our unrewarding reunions
Ever we remain apart
aware in our secret depths
that true oneness is impossible
even without the outwardly resented
(though jealously cherished)
long distance between us
Our only link