Friday, March 09, 2012
veteran traveler entered a small town deep inside Africa. He saw a young man
and asked him the name of the town. “Gogali,” the young man replied. Mongo kept
walking along the streets of the town. He met an old man and asked him the name
of the chief of the town. “Gogali,” the old man replied. ‘Interesting, fancy
the chief bearing the name of his town,’ Mongo thought.
He continued on his way and soon found himself standing in front of a big, beautiful house. He went to the gate of the house and saw a gateman. He asked the gateman the name of the person who owns such a grand house. “Gogali,” the watchman replied. “This chief Gogali must be very rich,” Mongo said to himself. Very soon a gleaming hummer drove past him, and he asked a little girl around who the big car belongs to. “Gogali,” the girl replied.
“Hmmm…Gogali again! He seems to own every good thing around here,” Mongo said. He continued on his way, and not long after, came across a funeral procession. “Who died?” Mongo asked another passer-by. “Gogali,” the fellow replied. ‘Ah…so the rich and great Gogali is dead,’ Mongo thought.
He then said loudly: “ How strange! Such a rich man is dead and gone, but look at me, a poor fellow. I am still alive and kicking. Gogali with all his wealth and influence could not even save himself from death!”After saying these words, Mongo continued on his way happily. Poor Mongo. Little did he know that no inhabitant of the town speaks English. None of the people he spoke to understood what he was saying. The word ‘Gogali’ in their language actually means ‘I don’t understand what you’re saying’.
A light story about hard drugs
Read below the narrative of a British misisonary in China in the 19th Century who visited an opium den.Opium was a most devastating and infernal drug in the days of yore.
While we have been sauntering around, we noticed one particular kind of building that differs from all the others about it ….its front is not open like those next door to it so that the public can see what is going on inside. Its aim, indeed, seems to be to conceal from the passers-by the movements of the people within, whilst at the same time intimating that anyone that likes to enter may do so freely …
As we stand speculating…a man approaches in a furtive manner into the opening, with head cast down as though he were ashamed, and glides in a ghostlike manner into the opening behind the screen and vanishes into the dark interior…his clothes were greasy and dilapidated-looking, and his face wore a leaden hue as though his blood had been transmuted by some chemical process into a colour that nature would never recognise as a product of her own…
Our curiousity is excited…We feel we must investigate, and so cautiously get within the screen and peer into a dimly lighted room that lies right in front of us…We advance into the room and the fumes are so dense that we feel inclined to retreat, but we are inquisitive, and we should like to have a glimpse of what at the present moment be called the curse of China.
We find the owner seated in front of a little desk where he keeps the opium all ready for the use of his customers….His face is thin and emaciated and his Mongolian high cheekbones jut out like rugged cliffs that have been beaten bare by the storms. His fingers are long and attenuated and stained with the dye that the opium has put into them, and they are deftly measuring out into tiny little cups, in anticipation of coming customers, the various amounts that he knows by experience each man may need.
ghastly smile that would have suited a corpse he invited us to be seated, for
he knew at a glance that we were no opium smokers….We noticed that the three
men had already curled up, each one on his own particular bench, busily
manipulating the opium and with infinite pains thrusting it with a knittin-like
needle into the narrow opening in the bowl of his pipe.
He then held it close to the flame of a small lamp, and as it gradually melted, he drew a long breath, and the essence of the opium traveled in a cloud to his brain, while at the same moment he expelled the smoke from his mouth…“Opium,” the owner said, is an imperious master and treats its subjects like slaves. It first of all comes with gentle touch as though it were full of the tenderest love for man. Then in a few weeks, when it has got its grip upon the man, it shows itself to be the cruelest taskmaster that ever drove man to a lingering death.
*If homosexuality was the normal way, God would have Made Adam and Bruce
-Anita Bryant, American anti-gay rights campaigner.
*The difference between divorce and legal separation is that a legal separation gives a husband time to hide his money.
*It’s funny that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
*It takes a woman twenty years to make a man out of her son, and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool out of him.
The Rev advised me not to divorce him
For the sake of the children,
And Judge advised him the same.
So we stuck to the end of the path.
But two of the children thought he was right
And two of the children thought I was right
And the two who sided with him blamed me
And the two who sided with me blamed him
And the grieved for the one they sided with
And all were torn with the guilt of judging,
And tortured in soul because they could not admire
Equally him and me.
Now every gardner knows that plants
grown in cellars
Or under stones are twisted and yellow and weak.
And no mother would let her baby suck
Diseased milk from her breast.
Yet preachers and judges advise the raising of souls
Where there is no sunlight, but only twilight,
No warmth, but only dampness and cold
Preachers and judges!
Mrs Charles Bliss
Author: Pierre Ogo