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Unadulterated FRY

7 Feb

Unadulterated FRY

I have been the fortunate recipient of Stephen Fry’s fascinating Audio book ‘Moab is My Washpot’, all thanks to my serendipity WordPress friend Sandy Sue, most jolly thanks to whom I am here with y’all now.
Stephen Fry with his silken voice & HUGE intellect and recalcitrent WITT…this darling boy is a joy xxx

Stephen Moab

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PLATO’S CAVE

5 Dec

PLATO'S CAVE

Do read a translation of Plato’s Cave, found within ‘The Republic of Plato’…

This little video may speed your perception of the situation and story:

President Obama’s Final Rally: “Finish What We Started” – Des Moines, Iowa

13 Nov

Looking for my friend in Iowa…I love you.

IN MEMORIAM  1911-2004

“But there are advantages to being elected President. The day after I was elected, I had my high school grades classified Top Secret.”

“I don`t have to be here!” – Obasanjo at Ikeja Bomb Blast

10 Nov

“Obasanjo climbed the car, took control of the situation immediately and knew what to say and do, he controlled the whole crowd; that is courage and decisiveness and action that Nigerians need in a leader.”

Obasanjo told me, during lunch at his farm, Easter 1985, that he has been a Soldier, at that time was a Farmer and wanted to be a Lion Tamer…prophetic words. He served  twice as his nation’s head of state, as a military ruler between 13 February 1976 to 1 October 1979, and  became President Elect of Nigeria from 29 May 1999 to 29 May 2007.

He trained as a young soldier close to my home in England…

Denison Barracks,  Hermitage, Berkshire.

Small world.

Oluṣẹgun Mathew Okikiọla Arẹmu Ọbasanjọ.

Olusegun Obasanjo at Emory University

9 Nov

My kindly host at Obasanjo Farm Otta, Easter 1985.
I am sorry I tried to chase you from the garden Sir…picking the capsicums close to dark…we had some good chopping and dancing EMAJO!
I always wonder how the Essells got on when they left the farm for Canada, Mrs Essell an Airforce  pilot?
Enjoyed my adventure to Otta ii. Palm Wine & juju where the stills once were. They brought me snakes and lizard, but I’d left for home. Yoha & Doc the dogs…and those giant pineapples growing on the dump. I wandered lost and found the cattle with the giant horns, and helped to kill to pigs in the Meat Processing so I could understand the task. I fear the snake skin slough I gathered from behind the house hedge was from a snake I’m glad I did not meet!

Beautiful Nigeria, wonderful warm people, may you flourish under that Hot sun x

What happen to my dear friend Pinto?