Friday, 27
relaxing with expresso and croissant at my favourite restaurant: attaya cafe.
reading my horoscope at Daily Observer: One day I want to be... When you were little, how did you finish that sentence, Gemini? See what your memory and imagination come up with. Is your life what you dreamt it would be? If not consider what you could do to change it. Maybe you should lie on your back and gaze at the clouds or stars. This childlike activity may spark some ideas from you. that is exactly what i did some days ago and i got my idea to be advanced. for me the best way to let ideas come easily.
Thursday, 26
keep the whole day reading The Poygamist, Sue Nyathi - Joyce, Essie, Matipa, Lindani and Jonasi. i think that is holidays, reading the whole day.
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tell you - difficult - to succeed, when HE always - subconsciously, because he repeats every day he only wants to help her - tries to prevent she being more than him. drama.
Tuesday, 24
architecture to think about...
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when i go to bed my body is aching, but in the morning is fine - i start early
Monday, 23
a memory: At grammar school I attended a voluntary drama group. My first term there our group transformed socialistic short stories into short sets. (tried to find the name of the author respectively the tiltle of the book via searchmachine, but couldn't find them.) One play was about the wall seperating Berlin, another one about deodorant sprays and pollution, and a third one was about an aperitif party where each of us repeated only one sentence to reflect small talk. My sentence was: sag' ich doch immer. Marginal to the high society party talking in empty sentences a playpen was postioned inside where a girl of us suddenly featured the Internationale. It gave me goosebumps every time she sang it.
Sunday, 22
today is not my day, i feel it. yesterday was good. we went to Timbooktoo bookshop Mrs. Ceesay recommended to me two years ago. wow, entering i felt like in a bookshop in Basel, Bider and Tanner, very sophisticated.
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what is work, what is holiday. again it is the point of view that counts. somebody lying on the beach comfortably in the shade of an umbrella to most of us will appear obviously as holiday, whereas somebody at a building side digging under the sun is obviously work. some people sparkle a lightness when they work that you don't even consider them working. others are sweating and moaning about every small movement they do.
a common way to define work is balancing it with money. everybody who is getting money for what he or she is doing works. the majority of people get money, but they work in terms serving. when they work they don't feel, they just wait to receive money without apperception. they fulfill only what they are demanded for. in the eyes of an employer that one is working perfectly. in the eyes of the servant life has not given her other possibilities than being humble.
Saturday, 21
every of my working collegues - apart from considering my emigration plan as couragous - told me when I left: have a nice holiday. how can it be just holiday when i have to check everything for my future? how can it be just holiday when they know i have to prepare for emigration? they told me how couragous? i don't understand. what is work, what is holiday, tell me....
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the harmattan doesn't give up. dust everywhere.
Friday, 20
no, i am not going to the funeral. how can i go, when i have to cook for my brothers. how can my brothers eat when i don't cook for them.
Thursday, 19
a memory: one of my African Dance Class mates asked me about dirty dancing. I told her our class is not so much about. I don't need to learn dirty dancing. Anyhow, watching it is a pleasure.
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"we can do this and that... before you go. at the moment i don't have time."
i have to pray. (7pm)
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the harmattan is trying hard today. on my bicycle tour to the seaside people, most of them children or youngsters in school uniform, more than ever ask for dalasis, minties, swatch or provoking - i have a better house - only a few greet warmly. must be the harmattan.
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When I tell people in Switzerland I'll emigrate to The Gambia they often say - how daring and fearless. In their eyes it might appear like. But then one of my collegues said it correctly. If she would do it would be daring. Yes, for me it is not a question of courage. I know Gambia. For me there is no other question than realising a plan I have since long. Up and down - of course it is not just flying high always.
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- KUDOS -
Wednesday, 18
a memory: Last time I went to The Gambia two years ago I was reading The House of Hunger during my outbound flight. One of the flight attendents captured it and looked at me like I was reading the wrong book. But I am sure he just got the title and neither knew book nor writer. I am sure he didn't have the slightest idea of what I was reading. Sad to say that such things happen often. People judge swiftly, rashly, only to keep track of a situation they consider to be in their hand.
reading The Diary of Anais Nin, volume 5, 1954-55 (kindle edition)
"The diary gave me a frightening mistrust of memory. Memory is a great betrayer. Whenever I read it, I find it differs from the way I remembered the scenes and talk. I find scenes I had forgotten, thoughts I had forgotten, and precisions noted at the time have become foggy or vanish altogether."
I agree, memory is something flexible, varying by moods and time. As I've been taking photos ever as I can remember my memory is of photografic mode. But it is not that I can remember every picture I took.
Tuesday, 17
the old man is tall
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people who build their self confidence on jealousy - feeling proud because others are jealous - are weak in personality. they cannot make up a thing, but only in contest.
Monday, 16
a peaceful day.
so many important names: Nelson Mandela, Koffi Annan, Jomo Kenyatta, Malcolm X, Steve Biko, Amilcar Cabral, Martin Luther King, Kunta Kinteh, Kwame Nkrumah
Sunday, 15
tomorrow is another day
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they don't ask me: why don't you bring your music and join us. they just show me they have
got more fire :-) however - like my fire :-)) my doors are open
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the chicken are back. though i keep the poem.
chickens
Saturday, 14
cleaning day - car driving forbidden till one o'clock. a naming ceremony to prepare for.
Friday, 13
our neighbour brings cuttle fish - very friendly and defininetly good seafood
interesting, sometimes i say something, and then i hear people repeating a word or a sentence i said. can be just a coherence, but could be a dazzling like giving back kinda chorus. must no be proviking implicitly
.........................
there is nothing such like african vers/against western world - we will mingle, exchange
knowledge and be/live together in peace - amen
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Sweet, sweet Gambia -
Thursday, 12
MJ, fb
Finished my thriller. Tom did it.
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He told her she was lying when she told him her point of view. He became scared of coherences he didn't want to hear about. in her eyes he couldn't distinguish between lie and truth. In his world his lies were of his truth. They were not able to meet in conversation.
Wednesday, 11
time is very short.
Tuesday, 10
time is short.
Monday, 9
there are the rural things i have to get used to - but i like Carlos, the black goat. his soft examining nose touches my arm when i feet him. my lawn is coming. they are about to remove huge rhizoms from the ground so there won't sprout shoots.
Sunday, 8
feeling lonely ... no reason why - let me try a cigarette - may that help please...
in London bought a book written by a Zimbabwen born woman, paula hawkings
the girl on the train - a thriller, the main character a drunkard
- arrived -
Wednesday, 4
traveling, kinda nervous -
Tuesday, 3
D463
Monday, 2
"You forget about changes when you play the blues, but every now and then you put in a little lick in there to let them know, ‘Here's where I'm at, really.'”
DIZZY GILLESPIE
Dizzy Gillespie... a name I've learned of my father.
Sunday, 1
Dem characters who have hunger for power use the apparent distress of an individual or even a peer to display their advantage by preying a needy soul.
Dem characters who do have power know about the needy soul and distance themselves.
relaxing with expresso and croissant at my favourite restaurant: attaya cafe.
reading my horoscope at Daily Observer: One day I want to be... When you were little, how did you finish that sentence, Gemini? See what your memory and imagination come up with. Is your life what you dreamt it would be? If not consider what you could do to change it. Maybe you should lie on your back and gaze at the clouds or stars. This childlike activity may spark some ideas from you. that is exactly what i did some days ago and i got my idea to be advanced. for me the best way to let ideas come easily.
Thursday, 26
keep the whole day reading The Poygamist, Sue Nyathi - Joyce, Essie, Matipa, Lindani and Jonasi. i think that is holidays, reading the whole day.
------------------
tell you - difficult - to succeed, when HE always - subconsciously, because he repeats every day he only wants to help her - tries to prevent she being more than him. drama.
Tuesday, 24
architecture to think about...
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when i go to bed my body is aching, but in the morning is fine - i start early
Monday, 23
a memory: At grammar school I attended a voluntary drama group. My first term there our group transformed socialistic short stories into short sets. (tried to find the name of the author respectively the tiltle of the book via searchmachine, but couldn't find them.) One play was about the wall seperating Berlin, another one about deodorant sprays and pollution, and a third one was about an aperitif party where each of us repeated only one sentence to reflect small talk. My sentence was: sag' ich doch immer. Marginal to the high society party talking in empty sentences a playpen was postioned inside where a girl of us suddenly featured the Internationale. It gave me goosebumps every time she sang it.
Sunday, 22
today is not my day, i feel it. yesterday was good. we went to Timbooktoo bookshop Mrs. Ceesay recommended to me two years ago. wow, entering i felt like in a bookshop in Basel, Bider and Tanner, very sophisticated.
------------
what is work, what is holiday. again it is the point of view that counts. somebody lying on the beach comfortably in the shade of an umbrella to most of us will appear obviously as holiday, whereas somebody at a building side digging under the sun is obviously work. some people sparkle a lightness when they work that you don't even consider them working. others are sweating and moaning about every small movement they do.
a common way to define work is balancing it with money. everybody who is getting money for what he or she is doing works. the majority of people get money, but they work in terms serving. when they work they don't feel, they just wait to receive money without apperception. they fulfill only what they are demanded for. in the eyes of an employer that one is working perfectly. in the eyes of the servant life has not given her other possibilities than being humble.
Saturday, 21
every of my working collegues - apart from considering my emigration plan as couragous - told me when I left: have a nice holiday. how can it be just holiday when i have to check everything for my future? how can it be just holiday when they know i have to prepare for emigration? they told me how couragous? i don't understand. what is work, what is holiday, tell me....
----------------
the harmattan doesn't give up. dust everywhere.
Friday, 20
no, i am not going to the funeral. how can i go, when i have to cook for my brothers. how can my brothers eat when i don't cook for them.
Thursday, 19
a memory: one of my African Dance Class mates asked me about dirty dancing. I told her our class is not so much about. I don't need to learn dirty dancing. Anyhow, watching it is a pleasure.
--------------------
"we can do this and that... before you go. at the moment i don't have time."
i have to pray. (7pm)
--------------------
the harmattan is trying hard today. on my bicycle tour to the seaside people, most of them children or youngsters in school uniform, more than ever ask for dalasis, minties, swatch or provoking - i have a better house - only a few greet warmly. must be the harmattan.
--------------------
When I tell people in Switzerland I'll emigrate to The Gambia they often say - how daring and fearless. In their eyes it might appear like. But then one of my collegues said it correctly. If she would do it would be daring. Yes, for me it is not a question of courage. I know Gambia. For me there is no other question than realising a plan I have since long. Up and down - of course it is not just flying high always.
---------------------
- KUDOS -
Wednesday, 18
a memory: Last time I went to The Gambia two years ago I was reading The House of Hunger during my outbound flight. One of the flight attendents captured it and looked at me like I was reading the wrong book. But I am sure he just got the title and neither knew book nor writer. I am sure he didn't have the slightest idea of what I was reading. Sad to say that such things happen often. People judge swiftly, rashly, only to keep track of a situation they consider to be in their hand.
reading The Diary of Anais Nin, volume 5, 1954-55 (kindle edition)
"The diary gave me a frightening mistrust of memory. Memory is a great betrayer. Whenever I read it, I find it differs from the way I remembered the scenes and talk. I find scenes I had forgotten, thoughts I had forgotten, and precisions noted at the time have become foggy or vanish altogether."
I agree, memory is something flexible, varying by moods and time. As I've been taking photos ever as I can remember my memory is of photografic mode. But it is not that I can remember every picture I took.
Tuesday, 17
the old man is tall
------------------------------------
people who build their self confidence on jealousy - feeling proud because others are jealous - are weak in personality. they cannot make up a thing, but only in contest.
Monday, 16
a peaceful day.
so many important names: Nelson Mandela, Koffi Annan, Jomo Kenyatta, Malcolm X, Steve Biko, Amilcar Cabral, Martin Luther King, Kunta Kinteh, Kwame Nkrumah
Sunday, 15
tomorrow is another day
------
they don't ask me: why don't you bring your music and join us. they just show me they have
got more fire :-) however - like my fire :-)) my doors are open
------
the chicken are back. though i keep the poem.
chickens
Saturday, 14
cleaning day - car driving forbidden till one o'clock. a naming ceremony to prepare for.
Friday, 13
our neighbour brings cuttle fish - very friendly and defininetly good seafood
interesting, sometimes i say something, and then i hear people repeating a word or a sentence i said. can be just a coherence, but could be a dazzling like giving back kinda chorus. must no be proviking implicitly
.........................
there is nothing such like african vers/against western world - we will mingle, exchange
knowledge and be/live together in peace - amen
--------------------
Sweet, sweet Gambia -
Thursday, 12
MJ, fb
Finished my thriller. Tom did it.
--------------------
He told her she was lying when she told him her point of view. He became scared of coherences he didn't want to hear about. in her eyes he couldn't distinguish between lie and truth. In his world his lies were of his truth. They were not able to meet in conversation.
Wednesday, 11
time is very short.
Tuesday, 10
time is short.
Monday, 9
there are the rural things i have to get used to - but i like Carlos, the black goat. his soft examining nose touches my arm when i feet him. my lawn is coming. they are about to remove huge rhizoms from the ground so there won't sprout shoots.
Sunday, 8
feeling lonely ... no reason why - let me try a cigarette - may that help please...
in London bought a book written by a Zimbabwen born woman, paula hawkings
the girl on the train - a thriller, the main character a drunkard
- arrived -
Wednesday, 4
traveling, kinda nervous -
Tuesday, 3
D463
Monday, 2
"You forget about changes when you play the blues, but every now and then you put in a little lick in there to let them know, ‘Here's where I'm at, really.'”
DIZZY GILLESPIE
Dizzy Gillespie... a name I've learned of my father.
Sunday, 1
Dem characters who have hunger for power use the apparent distress of an individual or even a peer to display their advantage by preying a needy soul.
Dem characters who do have power know about the needy soul and distance themselves.
artwork by Victoria Udondian, 2014
naming ceremony 2006
