Quick thoughts on #Kony2012

I guess some of you by now have seen the video floating around in the social stream #Kony2012.

Some background reading for those that know nothing about what I speak of watch the video below and check out 2 articles after it

http://visiblechildren.tumblr.com/

http://www.blackstarnews.com/news/122/ARTICLE/6586/2010-06-02.html

I am all for capturing Joseph Kony for the hideous crimes he has committed but do not believe in nor willing to follow #Kony2012 media brainwash.

The thing is I am big believer and staunch supporter of change for the betterment of the human race but lets temper everything with bit of knowledge and understanding. I am seeing lot of people jumping on the bandwagon not knowing with whom they make deals with.

Honestly which idiot came up with the idea of having American troops who as we all know have great track record of bringing change *cough*Iraq*cough*Libya*cough*, roaming around Africa? yeay that is going to go down really well…

Honestly if you are going to jump into bed with the Devil have the decency to know that and be prepared for the possible out come (great shag?)

What are your views?

The day the war came home

I was 5 when the war started in my world. One early morning as we were having breakfast, we heard the sounds of what I will later know as bullets going off in the horizon.

At the time, the gunfire sounded just like fireworks going off during the day. As the battle raged around us, It was all fun and games as we sat around on the mat me and my two brothers having just cleaned up awaiting our breakfast, being prepared by our aunt; Canjeero (see pic) with sugar, olive oil, and drizzled with a bit of tea.

The Bus Journey

The other day I was on the bus, sitting at the back quite bored so I decided to get my laptop out and  just started typing whatever I heard/saw etc here is the outcome

I sit in this bus
see this girl

I see this guy

I smell weed

A text message I once sent…

My memory card is full and in the cleaning process i found this msg I sent back in 11th of april 2009 @ 05:54:14. Honestly I want whatever I was on that morning.

When neither the great nor the small things can be done, to do nothing is not an option…
for mankind still has hope forever sealed in Pandora’s box speaking to him of better things to come, of borders to be crossed, of laughter to be had and carefree smiles yet to chisel the smooth supple faces of the young.
We dream a dream so innocent and free, floating high in the heavens above….

The days of our life: Where are the Gentlemen?

Sitting in a cosy sofa under the window as the wonderfully bright sun hits my nape surrounded by all these books on the history of Britain and its Isle’s. I find myself pondering and funnily enough its not as much a rarity, as those who might not have known me long would imagine it to be… I ask myself a lot of questions as one tends to do from time to time; questions that arise not because i like to dwell on the past or its insignificancies but rather in the hopes I might gleam that little bit of knowledge in the process.

“I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know no way of judging of the future but by the past.” ~ Patrick Henry

I Quit

Once upon a time I had a job. I loved what I did but I grew to detest those I worked for… one day whilst sitting in a cold ass server room configuring some client db server that was having some HDD issues, I decided I had enough.

I called one of my friends and we put our heads together and before I knew it, we had written a resignation letter and sent it.

I remember just reclining on my chair sipping some orange juice and the world looking bright… what follows is the letter I wrote my boss