Nursing our national heroes: nurses

Last week was National Nurse Bashing Week in the UK, which ended in the tragic loss of a pivotal member of society- Indian nurse Jacinta Saldanha.

The CNO has come out with a Compassion in Practice guide, a three year initiative aimed "to build the culture of compassionate care in all areas of practice" for nurses and healthcare workers, as nurses it seems now have the compassion of a stone cold heart. They now need to be reminded and taught how to look after people.

Recently listeners to Radio 4 You&Yours had some audio pleasure as they tuned in to disgruntled callers bemoaning their health fate at the hands of nurses.

Being a nurse, I was tremendously saddened to hear the public lambast nurses.

Nurses are the nucleus of the healthcare system whose actions are like soldier ants, working all year round the clock to ensure the Queen( patients) is well fed and taken of. The public appear to be in dark oblivion about the hard work and pressure of this overworked, overstretched and underpaid individuals. Vilified beyond belief, the negative press received was tantamount to virtual bullying.

How about we have a Nurse Appreciation Week for these individuals who:

· Clean up your sick when you are well...sick

· Look after your elderly relations as you are too busy to do so

· Provide personal care in your must vulnerable state

· Soothe your pain when in agony

· Empathise with your situation, encouraging positivity

The list is infinite. Too often we remember the negatives, forgetting to stop and pause for a moment on the positives.

No nurse goes into nursing with the intention of abusing individuals in their care. On the contrary and which may come as a great surprise to the appreciative British public, they are driven by compassion and care.

What a shocker.

Africans and the light skin complex disease

A few weeks ago I emceed a beauty pageant at a London location. Meeting the contestants vying for the crown, I instantly knew the light skinned mixed race girl would be the winner. 

Why? 

Because most black Africans from all the 53 plus countries and Islands that make up the continent, have a psychological disease called the "Light Skin Complex" (LSC).

The LSC disease remains largely undiagnosed as affected persons refuse to acknowledge this terrible psychological ailment. Africans in general have largely dismissed LSC as non-existent because as with most matters concerning Africans, they need to see, touch and feel before believing it.

Genealogy 

LSC begins to manifest itself during the early childhood years of the African child. Growing up, they are surrounded by foreign adverts and imported goods brandishing models with features dissimilar to theirs. The school textbooks tell of far away countries with their neatly arranged row of houses and beautiful manicured lawns. They carry pictures of blue eyed curly girls baking jam tarts for 4th of July, and of a snow-white Christmas with turkey and apple pie. 

The African child is thrown into an adopted Western culture from birth, forcing them to accept it as the yardstick measurement for an accepted living standard. 

Most recently, the 21st century African child is being force fed the Asian culture-namely Chinese and Indian. 

You see, from the moment it is born, the African child is taught unknowingly to self-hate, embracing everything and everyone but its own-self.

They know more about the Dykes of Holland, than the Savanna Highlands (Cameroon).

They know more about the Delaware car industry, than the International Soap Factory (Cameroon).

They can quote Shakespeare faster than Ngugi wa Thiong'o (Kenya).

They know Mao Tse Tsung and the Great Leap Forward, and don't know Sundiata Keita (Mali).

They have heard of both Queen Elizabeths, and haven't the foggiest about Queen Nzinga (Angola).

Queen Nzinga of Angola

Prognosis

Diagnosing LSC is easy and free. Carriers of the disease display symptoms of a crater like deep inferiority complex, resulting to sheepish behaviour around individuals they consider "better than them" because of their complexion. Affected persons often act mute and are not themselves. In Pidgin-English we say "shake-shake like old dross" meaning they literally rattle like a rattle snake, are extremely nervous and sweaty.

Sadly, these persons do not recognise they have been struck with LSC.

Extreme caution needs to be taken when diagnosing LSC carriers, as it can result to confrontation and violence.

Characteristics

The disease generally has no gender or income bias and is known to attack all genders from a wide range of background. However, black male Africans appear to bear the brunt of LSC as it is often common practice amongst this group to purposely form liaisons with lighter skin counterparts, in the hope that it raises their esteem amongst right thinking members of society. It is regarded as unearthing a huge pot of gold, commanding respect, pride and admiration.

Ironically, affected persons turn to be the educated unenlightened from rich backgrounds. Rich in wealth and education, yet fundamentally blighted by this psychological disease.

On the other hand, the poor who are affected by LSC welcome it as an acceptance of self worth which enables them step into the right social circles.

Treatment

The cure for LSC is cheap and freely available to all: enlightenment and an education revolution.

Many affected persons see education as a way out but as shown above, education is often processed and manufactured depriving them off their true identity. There exist many educated unenlightened Africans; the Oxford or Princeton graduate still found to hold intrinsic primordial archaic values.

The tragedy of the educated African is that they come out more disconnected from Africa, confused and bewildered by the jammed boxed infusion of the different cultures they've been thrown at all their lives.

They are like a broken porcelain vase - too beautiful to throw away but of absolute no use.

Looking forward

LSC remains widely endemic amongst most Africans. Because it is not acknowledged, help is farfetched. LSC has given rise to a type of psychological dysmorphia disorder commonly found in Africans.

Yes, the light skin mixed raced contestant won the prize, and was crowned queen of the night, making her the third light skinned girl to win this competition in a three year succession period.

And you wonder why the little girl flicking through the pages of her mother's glossy magazine dominated by beautiful ladies looking nothing like her, does not hesitate to bleach her skin pawpaw yellow.

And you wonder why the little boy grows up into a man- distinctively psychological distorted, he seeks only light skin women for companionship.

An Ode to ShortHand

Oh ShortHand!
Thou art my fountain of misery!
From thee I writhe and groan in mental agony
Thy outlines haunt me in my darkest dreams

I cry from the psychological torture you dost inflict on me
I moan in despair at your ShortHand.

Oh ShortHand!
Tis two months since I have known thy countenance.
Yet I grapple with recognition of the barest of details.
Thy goddesses Sue and Sara have consoled me:
"It will be ok. Practice makes perfect."
Their reassurances soothe me like a sweet lullaby.

Oh ShortHand!
Achilles Heel of my academia!
Foundation of all my stress!
Causing me journalistic turbulence of a great magnitude!
My river of misery!
A sea of disenchantment!

"The only thing to fear is fear itself" (Roosevelt)
I shall attack you with the fervour of a famished lion
Devouring all your outlines with the hunger of a pack of lionesses
You shall not beat me!
I shall trash you fervently with the spirit of a Roman soldier!
ShortHand! I will conquer thee!

George Entwistle: Tortoise of multimedia journalism

UPDATE: Entwistle resigns as BBC chief. This blog was posted about six hours before Georgie stepped down. He read my post, reflected on it and decided to sling his hook. I am now being considered for the post of Editor in Chief for multimedia affairs at the BBC.

Get It Right. Get It Fast. But Get It Right (Old PA motto)

The BBC appears to get it wrong when it should be right, and gets it right but is wrong. It scraps the airing of Savile child abuse scandal which was right, and airs a programme on North Wales Child abuse with an unreliable witness, making it wrong. Is the BBC now on par with blundering tabloids?

Entwistle in a twist
Listening to George Entwistle on the Today Programme with John Humphrys, he is as updated as an 1800 encyclopaedia. For a figure in charge of the world's most leading news corporation whose job is to inform the public keeping them abreast with current developments as they happen, dear George appears as outdated as Windows 1997. Georgie gets information up to 24-hours after they happened.



Selling after the market

Image:DevonConsultancyGroup

This appears to be Entwistle's unwittingly professional trade banner.
Georgie told the Today Programme he was not aware of  the Newsnight film aired last week, which reported a former Tory grandee involved in child abuse. We now know the wrongly implicated figure is Lord McAlpine.

Georgie did not know such sensitive information of high value was being aired at the corporation he's in charge of, though the whole world knew.

In fact people living in remote areas with no access to communication of any sort had the story delivered by messenger pigeons. But not George Entwistle who found out a day after the programme broadcasted.

The night before the programme, twitter had gone berserk with the details and potential damaging revelation. So make that two days. Where was George? He told Humprys he was "out" the night the programme aired and didn't see the tweets as he checks twitter at the end of the day.

Is he aware the Queen celebrated her Diamond Jubilee this year? Or was he also 'out' of the country during that period?

An audio shocked Humphrys questioned if nobody in his team had not at anytime  informed him of this explosive revelation about to be aired. An audio flabbergasted George replied with a feeble "No."
"Extraordinary", exclaimed Humphrys. In other words, the more sophisticated way of telling someone "You're telling porkies and I don't  believe you."

George Entwistle, the tortoise of multimedia journalism

• Aware of Newsnight's film a day after it airs. Britain and the rest of the world who saw documentary  when it aired were more informed than the BBC chief.
• Hadn't seen tweets in cyber space 24-hours before the programme was shown. It was a twitter hot topic which sent the virtual world into frenzy. At this point, twitter trolls were more informed than the BBC chief.
• Questions raised midweek about authenticity of unreliable witness and his claims. In fact on Thursday, the Guardian's front page runs a story of Lord McAlpine being the case of mistaken identity. Georgie tells the Today Programme he was only aware when Steve Messham made a public apology on Friday. Again, a full day day after crucial events have unfolded.
• "The organisation is too big. There is too much going on." Entwistle on Today Programme 10/11/12
• Georgie acknowledges his tortoise speed as he recognises earlier comments he was "a bit slower," and admits he "could have moved quicker." (Re: announcement of Savile independent enquiry).

The Future

For the  BBC to employ me as the director general of its multimedia affairs. Clearly George is struggling to keep abreast with current events as they happen across a wide range of its multimedia platform. I am up to date with events as they unfold via apps such as Flipboard, Breaking News,etc Read the papers, go on twitter and listen to Radio4 24/7. I will be more suitable to warn the BBC of potential damaging libel cases (given my new knowledge in McNae's Law c/o of Daniel Townend) sparing the BBC embarrassing episodes such as this.

Why the world needs Obama

Veni Vidi Vici

America's past and present history could win a Bafta for the best screenplay adaptation of The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. On one hand it is a nation with the worst infringement of human rights ever witnessed in history (think Slave Trade and Guantanamo Bay) and on the other hand, she appears to uphold the moral justice and practices of a fair and equal system, alien to most countries.

What makes America exceptional are the bonds that hold together the most diverse nation on earth. (Obama Victory Speech 2012)

To the child in the dilapidated house with greasy stained peeling wall paper growing up in the grim graffiti derelict council estate called home.
Riddled  with crime, ruled by gang and guns.
Thriving in whoredom and surrounded by toothless grins of recovering drug addicts.
There appears to be no way out. 

The future is nimbus grey, like an early English December wintry morning, with no possible forecast of a glimmer of sunshine. 

Faith comes in America; a nation famed for its racism and discrimination, yet she elected a black leader. Hope comes in Obama, a black African with a distinctively un-American name and a Muslim middle name- who beat all odds becoming president of the world’s most powerful nation.

To the abused woman facing oppression and suppression as part of her daily life. 

Discrimination has become equality and equality discrimination. 

Discredited for her hard work while another flourishes in her credit like a by-line. 

The future is pitch dark like an endless tunnel with no funnel. 

Faith comes in the form of America, who shamed her history by electing a race she had scornfully abused and raped, to represent her. 

Hope comes in Obama, a descendant of the suppressed and oppressed, who now holds the highest office.

We believe in a generous America, in a compassionate America, in a tolerant America, open to the dreams of an immigrant's daughter who studies in our schools and pledges to our flag. (Obama Victory Speech 2012)

To the immigrant far, far away from the familiar lights and sounds of home.

Afraid and often startled like a rabbit caught in unexpected gaze of bright headlights.

They Grapple with understanding the rules and regulations.

The accent of the people is difficult to comprehend.

Their customs and ways appear strange and unfriendly.

Success seems farfetched as you are often misunderstood and wrongly labelled as rude, aggressive and threatening. How do you explain making hand gestures is part of expressing yourself? And that you have been taught all your life it is rude to make eye contacts with people in authority?

Faith comes in the form of America, who separated herself from the bonds of bigotry and prejudice, embracing diversity. 

Hope comes in Obama, who has shown that you can be different yet still achieve what you set out to achieve.

You can love basketball and not golf.

You can appreciate Fela Kuti and not the Beatles.

You can hail Achebe as the greatest and not Shakespeare.

It doesn't matter whether you're black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or rich or poor, able, disabled, gay or straight, you can make it here in America if you're willing to try(Obama Victory Speech 2012).

George Osborne's standard first class move

• Osborne gets a pleb pass but travels first class. Plebs around the country feel robbed.

George Osborne travelling First class on a standard ticket

Chancellor, George Osborne, worth an estimated £4.6million, today bought a pleb ticket (standard class) but travelled first class.

Unfortunately for Osborne, the Virgin ticket master was one pleb who refused to bow down to the cantankerous demands from one in control of the country's budget, charging  the full ticket fare of £189.50.

We no longer live in the era of "off with their heads" and blind servitude. Serfs now have say in the 21st century too.

What on earth possessed George Osborne to think he could get away with such a cheap stunt? So bold was he in assumptions and delusion of non pleb-grandeur that he sent his assistant to promptly notify the ticket inspector of his actions as he could not be expected to travel in cattle class...with the congregation of plebs.

Is that a message to the rest of the country in this dire economy times; that perhaps we should try to cut corners to get certain benefits?

Big Society...with plebeians on the outside circle.

Pleb Power! former Chief whip whipped into resignation

Credits:FlyingSnail

A sense of decency has been whipped into the former Chief Whip, as he made the right move resigning over the pleb gate scandal, which has engulfed Downing street over the past four weeks.

The whole country can now rejoice as we see the amalgamation of posh boys slowly disintegrate. Pleb Power! 

From Coulson, Brookes, Mitchell, etc; Cameron's closest drop rapidly like dead flies. What fresh embarrassment for Cameron, whose face remains permanently red from the political faux pas of his comrades- he stands the risk of looking like one inflicted with rosacea.

Lest we forger, this is not an elected government. The Tories did not win the last election. It was a hastily convened alliance, synonymous to a short gun wedding.

Mitchell, in his resignation statement, refutes strongly the allegations he called a policeman a "pleb":

"I have made clear to you – and I give you my categorical assurance again – that I did not, never have and never would call a police officer a ‘pleb’ or a ‘moron’ or used any of the other pejorative descriptions attributed to me. "

This, from a man known for his volatile use of language. and  love of VIP treatment while on foreign trips.

Either Mitchell or the Police are not telling truth. In this instance, each should hold the other accountable for libel and defamation.

Miliband, should perhaps consider a future as a crystal ball reader, after correctly declaring Mitchell as 'toast' during the last PMQs.

Democratic Britain: whereby Prince Charles' letters to government officials banned



"The Prince of Wales is party political neutral. Moreover it is highly important that he is not considered by the public to favour one political party or another." Dominic Grieve, Attorney General.




Image Credits: The Guardian

 
The attorney general's decision to block the publication of Prince Charles' letters to senior governmental officials makes a huge mockery of the Freedom of Information Act 2000. In fact the move is similar to those found in autocratic regimes, with a poor democracy track record.

Dominic Grieve in his statement said Prince Charles' letters, popularly known in Whitehall as the black spider memos (a  nod to ones scrawling write style which resembles spider legs) were of a "particularly  frank" nature which if revealed, could "undermined his position of political neutrality".

And there you have the riddle of the  great mysterious royal letters, revealed. Is one safe to assume His Neutral Highness has been meddling in affairs of the state?

Oh what would Nana Lizzy say!
You have been a very naughty Prince, and must now be relegated to the back of the stairs obscured from public view. One must now get  ready for kingship.

Dominic Grieve's pretty wordings appears to be nothing more than a shield, protecting Prince Charles and the Royal family, from a tumultuous year of scandals. First the naked prince, then the naked princess and now the potential naked thoughts of a prince?

One must do all in their power, to protect ones modesty.

Jimmy Savile sexual abuse scandal: daily bread to most females

Jimmy Savile's epiteth should read:

"Prolific sexual predator and molester of young girls, who slithered his way like a slimy green mamba snake, camouflaging through hierarchy for decades going unnoticed; abusing hordes of vulnerable budding teenagers."

Image:Organizedrage.com

The catalogue of abuse cases against this once revered figure of the entertainment world is revolting and stomach churning. Each day over the last few weeks brought  fresh cathartic revelations of Savile's despicable past. The rotten worm who gnawed away "invisibly" at the core,  destroying the lives of so many young girls who were unfortunate to have met his hellish acquaintance.
The careless recklessness with which he abused his victims with relative ease, showed a demonic figure who thought (and perhaps rightly so) that he was above the law.

How could such a dark satanic character, known to have sexually molested a brain damaged girl, gone unnoticed for the two decades he worked at the BBC?

 Savile's undiagnosed paedophilia together with his horrendous acts of sexual violation and harassment, have received nationwide condemnation.
However, thousands of women remain daily victims of sexual harassment in the UK.  Over 40 per cent of women  living in London have publicly suffered sexual harrassment

The Employment Equality (Sex Discrimination) Regulations 2005 amend the Sex Discrimination Act 1975 to provide that a person subjects a woman to harassment, including sexual harassment, if:

“(a) on the ground of her sex, he engages in unwanted conduct that has the purpose or effect –

(i) of violating her dignity, or

(ii) of creating an intimidating, hostile, degrading, humiliating or offensive environment for her,

(b) he engages in any form of unwanted verbal, non-verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature that has the purpose or effect—

(i) of violating her dignity (Pinsent Masons)

This weekend I was sexually harassed by a disabled man in a wheelchair, on two separate occasions.

Walking across the shopping center, the said man manoeuvred his electric wheelchair purposely towards  my direction, smiling in a suggestive leering manner as he offered lewd sexual comments.
Ignoring him, I moved swiftly away to the safety of a nearby Super Drug.
Undeterred  he waited for me outside, once more blocking my path as I exited the shop; this time making unwelcoming expletive comments about my physique.
Clearly infuriated at this point, I proceeded to address him in a language more colourful than the rainbow. My stalker retorted with instant vitriolic comments flowing  from his orifice faster than he wheeled his electric chair.
At this point, we had attracted attention as people stopped to witness the evil woman attack a disadvantaged man in a wheelchair. The poor paraplegic bastard.

"Do you realise you are sexually harassing me!", I shouted.

And that did the trick on this prick.
He quickly wheeled himself away in embarrassment,  meandering through the throng of people who had gathered, no doubt in search for his next victim.

I have been sexually(verbally) harassed more times than I can remember...sometimes physically too.
Sexual innuendos and inferences to my physique have plagued me since my teenage years. From teachers to work colleagues. Most times I laughed it off, albeit nervously; inside,I cringed from embarrassment.

But I have decided to tackle sexual predators who cross my path with these powerful words:

"Do you realise you are sexually harassing me?."

Say it LOUD. Say it slowly. Most importantly, report any incident to the police immediately.

I didn't lodge a complain with the police. My family especially my sister, were quite angry and have urged me to report it.
" Imagine if it was the other way round!", fumed my sister.

After all, there can't be many lascivious lechers in a wheelchair parading the shops of Slough.

Constance Briscoe arrest: picture profile

Given how skewed my views are on almost everything, I am focusing on how Constance Briscoe is being portrayed by the various UK media outlets following news of her arrest  by Kent police.

Ms Briscoe is one of the UK's few black judges.

 We live in a virtual visual world where we are mostly judged by how we look and write,I have taken particular interest in caption photos which accompany the newspaper stories. 

Without reading the ubiquitous headlines "High profile judge arrested" would you have married the images to the headlines?

With the exception of the Daily Mail and the Guardian, the rest of the photos depict a strained woman who could be the poster ad for Schizophrenic Anonymous. The disarranged hair, startled-rabbit-caught-in-a -headlight- look, sheepish smile, etc does no justice to the accolade of adjectives used to describe Ms Briscoe in some of the articles.

I would  like to know what you think after  going through these pictures. 

The Daily Mail has a picture of Ms Briscoe tallying with most of our mindsets about how a judge  looks like

The Guardian also has a respectable picture of Ms Briscoe

Channel4 News picture of "Top judge"

The Independent's "independent" view of one of "Britain's few black women judges"

The Telegraph's telegraphic view of Ms Briscoe, "high profile  judge"

The Time's timely portrayal of  "top female judge" 

The London Evening Standard's standard view

Print journalism:not for resuscitation

Image Credits:myneworleans.com

If only print journalism could make its way to Dignitas.

Instead, it lies in a semi comatose state at the Intensive Internet Unit, battling for life against the rapidly metastasizing digital revolution.

A few weeks back on PM with Eddie Mair, Roy Greenslade, Professor of Journalism at City University, declared the next decade could signal the end of print journalism.

The steep decline of print publication against the rapid ascent of on-line print cannot be underestimated in this digital age. Johnston Press, the UK’s second largest producer of local newspapers, has so far been hit by three closures this year alone.

We live in a Virtual Age where print is almost Neanderthal, given today’s new generation of hybrid digital citizens. 

Google is the 21^st century modern point of reference. It replaces the encyclopedia or dictionary - which in Vogue terms, are so last season.

Why buy newspapers, magazines, etc when information can merely be gotten at the touch (or swipe) of a button?  

Want to know which MP allegedly called a policeman a pleb? Ask your phone.

Interested in knowing how our Eton educated PM floundered at a ‘basic’ (subjective) citizen test on a popular US TV chat show?  Go Google .

News as instant as instant milk can be found on the internet.  No waiting around for tomorrow’s papers churning out in effect what is old news by the time it has been printed.

Both the Guardian and Times newspapers have seen print sales drop almost 50% over the last decade; with popular tabloids like the Daily Mail and the Sun suffering a setback of almost 30% in losses. (Audit Bureau ofCirculation)

What are the implications for future journalists? Will they have to tap into an inner tech-geek persona, re-inventing themselves as virtual ninjas foraying into a world of digitally led news?

Anti gay marriage rally is homosexual harrassment

I am not afraid to to say I oppose gay marriage. As a Roman Catholic, it is against my beliefs and teachings.

However news that certain groups will be organising an anti-gay marriage rally to No 10 is harassment,  bullying and intimidation of individuals who choose same sex partners.

There is no mention of Jesus Christ organising anti-rallies of any sorts in the Bible. He didn't go out of his way to stigmatise, harass or intimidate people for their life choices. What he did was spread the message of love, forgiveness, repentance, peace and goodwill.

Everyone is entitled to an opinion( no matter how dented or skewed). Everyone should be allowed to practise whatever beliefs they deem believable, so long as it does not infringe on the liberties and rights of others.

The state shouldn't tell the church how it should run its affairs.
The church shouldn't cave in to the anal demands of the 21st century, going against its teachings.
Laws should not be imposed on institutions forcing them to abandon their beliefs and what they stand for. Institutions should not sideline certain groups for stigmatisation, bullying and harassment in any form.

The concept of living in harmony with mutual respect for each others different culture, beliefs and religion appears to be utopia...just like gender equality.

Mau Mau uprising haunts Britain 60 years on

The ruthlessness exercised by the British Empire over a century ago to suppress  anti colonial uprisings  has come back to haunt them like a ghost in the night.  Grim accounts of torture,sexual assault and a host of other nefarious acts committed by Colonial Britain puts them on par with today's brutal regimes. 

© Martin Rowson 2012

Paulo Muoka Nzili, 85, Wambugu Wa Nyingi, 84, and Jane Muthoni Mara, 73, have been relentless in their efforts in reminding  the world of Britain's shameful past. The heroic elderly Kenyan trio started out as a five man team from their humble beginnings, to take on one of the world's most well known and respected authorities: the British Government. The fourth claimant, Susan Ciong'ombe Ngondi, died two years ago aged 71, while a fifth dropped out.

Horrific accounts of abuse and torture carried out by British officials in former colonies have been laid bare once-more for any who have missed it in their life span. Such was the grand scale of atrocities committed by the British records shown during the 1950s Eoka uprising refer to British officials as 'Her Majesty's Torturers.'(The Guardian).

The British Government has acknowledged Colonial Britain's disgraceful role in the torture and abuse of the three claimants as "it does not dispute that each of the claimants in this case suffered torture and other ill treatment at the hand of the colonial adminstration." 

Hundreds of thousands died or disappeared during the eight year period of the Mau Mau uprising. It is then safe to say the Government accepting claims of torture from these three elderly Kenyans who live to tell their story, may as well accept the torture accounts of many other Kenyans during the Mau Mau revolution. It is hardly conceivable the almost decade long revolution saw only three victims of torture.

Documents which ordered the torture of Mau Mau fighters lay hidden in Hanslope Park- Her Majesty's Communication Center. It reveals the attorney general  of the British administration to Kenya, Eric Griffiths-Jones writing to governor Sir Evelyn Baring, upholding torture and emphasising on the need for complete secrecy conducting such opprobrious deeds .

"vulnerable parts of the body should not be struck, particularly the spleen, liver or kidneys", and it was important that "those who administer violence … should remain collected, balanced and dispassionate. If we are going to sin, we must sin quietly."(The Guardian)

However the Home Office feels its should not be brought into accountability over heinous acts carried out by it's predecessors as 'the time limit for bringing a civil action is three to six years ' plus the fact that 'key decision makers are dead and unable to give account of what  happened.'

Suffice to say waiting around for an apology will be equivalent to rounding up polar bears vote in favour of summer.  We should all just roll over our backs and forget the diabolical punishments meted out to people fighting for independence because it happened over a long time ago.

The story of this elderly Kenyan trio reminds us of Britain's ignominious colonial past mired in barbaric horrors of cruelty and grand scale inhumaneness which history has largely overlooked.

By hook or by crook, Hamza to leave UK soil with no further delay

Hooray! The US tax payers can now relief UK tax payers off this venomous parasite Abu Hamza. We had simply had it with Hamza and his team of lawyers using "breach of human rights" at every single opportunity to halt, slow and block the radical cleric's extradition process to the US.

It has taken between eight and 14 years with a million pounds bill footed by the public purse string; as Hamza exploited the law to stay in a country he once described as a 'toilet'. The sole purpose of a toilet is to flush out waste matter so in this instance, it is wholly appropriate the Great British Toilet flushed such trash unfit for re-cycling.

There needs to be an immediate reviewal of the extradition process to prevent such further misuse of the system by dangerous criminals. The words "Human Rights" have been courted by hateful extremists who use it as a platform to avoid the long arm of the law. 

'It is unacceptable that extradition proceedings should take more than a relatively short time, to be measured in months not years.It is also in the interest of justice that those accused of very serious crimes, as each of these claimants is in these proceedings, are tried as quickly as possible.' (Sir John Thomas -High Court of Justice, October 2012).

Why fight so hard to stay in a country which bears the brunt of condemnation in your speeches and 'holy teachings'? Surely it would be better to have resided in a country which welcomes and shares your vitriol of the West? There you would have lived together in harmonious blissful denunciation and hate of your mutual enemies: Britain and America.

The pro Hamza demonstrators gathered today at the High Court today are equally as guilty as this varmint hate figure. They should have been rounded up by the police for immediate interrogation and put under surveillance. The right to free speech ends the minute it glorifies and spreads hate. Any found to be listening or vaguely in support of it, should be watched closely like a hawk by the anti terrorist squad.

Section 3 of the Counter-Terrorism Act 2008 makes it illegal to be a member of a group engage in promoting terrorism. Hamza's teachings promoted terrorism;  therefore his followers are supporters who uphold his views and really they breach this law. Why have they not been arrested?

Little drops make an ocean. Hamza et al may be off UK soil any minute from now yet the seeds of hate he sowed may have already borne fruits.

The former Soho night club bouncer who came to the UK aged 21 from Egypt because "The West was a paradise where you could do anything you wanted."

There are still some good teenagers out there

Not all teenagers are binge drinkers.
Not all teenagers make up the consortium of the Great British Chav (GBC)
Not all teenagers contribute to Britain's leading role as Europe's premier elite in teenage pregnancy.
Not all teenagers behave like highly sexual raging ramping rabbits.
Most importantly, they aren't all selfish.
Some are selfless and will jump into a house on fire to save a toddler from death...like 16-year-old Nelson Fonangwan.

The Cameroonian teen who resides in Southampton with his family gave no thought to his own safety when he smashed a window into a burning house to rescue  two-year-old Adam.
Giving a nod to multicultural Britain- Adam's mother; Polish native Aneta doesn't speak English.
When Nelson arrived at the scene, all he could understand was 'Baby';(The only  English word Aneta could tell the teen).
Thankfully the brave teen was able to quickly understand baby +burning house = danger. No interpreters were needed for such a task.
Adam was rescued and all at the scene came to no significant harm.
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We learn English men have bigger penises...than their French counterpart

Professor Lynn.

What refreshing news that  grace our eyes on this dull gloomy rainy English Morning.

We now know that those French bastard across the pond have nothing on us and our men. 

This week's Breaking News: Researchers have found out English men have bigger penises than French men! So much for French men being great lovers in bed huh?

The average English bloke measures in at 5.5 inches while nos cousins ​​Français come in at a lower 5.3. What a huge difference!

The brainy man behind such an important piece of research (which will no doubt help ladies and men in deciding where their next partner comes from) was conducted by the much revered Professor Richard Lynn. 

The erudite  Professor of Psychology at Ulster university  conducted his research and came to this conclusion by solely collecting data from websites. One wonders what type of educative and informative websites these may have been. Was Jackie Smith's husband on hand to help with the appropriate source of information? 

Note to all future researchers: data collection from websites is a most effective method way of conducting a non bias research. Clinical journals are Neanderthal.

Professor Lyn in his own words concluded  "Negroids were the best endowed and Mongolians the least".

For the average African penis is 6.3 inches long. Therefore one can assume English men in this research solely refers to Caucasians (We live in a multicultural society where English can mean African or Asian). Nothing is said about mixed race men.

In this penis drilling exercise, men from the Republic of Congo won a landslide victory; as the average penis length recorded for a Congolese is 7.1 inches.

It will be interesting to hear what multicultural individuals (both men and women) experienced across all boards and disciplines in this field have to say. No doubt they will be the best trial method in supporting this piece of educative work.

Well fear not lads...size doesn't matter. It's how you work it (or is it really?).

Source: Daily Mail

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Kate Middleton is just as common as the rest of us.

Who changes their bikini bottoms outside their home except us common as muck commoners with no sense of decency or modesty?  A characteristic one will mostly attribute to the Great British Chav (GBC) found lurking around council estates up and down the country. Alack no! It turns out the future Queen of England may have some inbred chavastic traits as pictures have surfaced of Kate Middleton  changing her bikini bottoms whilst sun bathing in France.

Danish magazine Se Og Hor is running  a dedicated 16page special of  darling Kate doing the unthinkable commoner act while being watched on adoringly by her dear husband Prince William. The "blue blooded" couple were of course completely unaware they were in the company of a powerful camera lens half a mile away.

What on earth was going through ones mind as she tastefully changed her bottoms on their holiday home balcony? The thought of servants or tax payer security guards wandering in on them no doubt ever crossed ones mind.

Given the reverence most UK media outlets hold for the Royals and most importantly with the Leveson enquiry still hanging like a nimbus cloud over most tabloids; the press have gone incognito over printing these pictures using the guise "invasion of privacy". Since when was that a concern for tabloids who literally feed off individuals' invasion of privacy? It will be interesting to see the implications Lord Justice Leveson's recommendation will have over tabloids.
However as this is the age of the internet revolution, all anyone has to do is use today's modern point of reference and information: Google- and presto! Pictures of our future Queen in all her almost naked glory is viewable to all uncensored.

The untouchable image which the Queen and the Royal family fought to preserve over many centuries and generation has irreversible broken down over the last decade. 

Embarrassing pictures from this year of naked revelation for the royals stamped indelibly in cyber space for eternity, will ensure today's generation and that to come many centuries from now do not forget how  common and just like us the Royals are.

Meet two year old tennis champion Niyasha Berryman

Source & Pictures:Birmingham Mail

• Toddler stuns tennis coach with natural flair on court
• Described as "Perfect pupil", "Very, very good" and  with an unusual  long attention span for one so young
• Extremely rare to coach children this young

Could this be Britain's answer to the future Serena or Venus Williams?
While most her age group will be happy glued to the telly set watching Teletubbies and sucking on their dainty thumbs, two year old Niyasha Berryman finds content in a game of tennis.
The tiny tot left such a lasting impression on tennis coaches she now gets private lessons at her local Penn Tennis Club- Sutton Coldfield.
Niyasha has taken to tennis like a duck to water and often has tantrums at the end of each lessons as she simply refuses to leave the court
"She just doesn't want to leave the court", said coach Matt Lancaster praising the club's youngest pupil.
"But she's really good and is always smiling which makes my job easier".

According to Niyasha's proud mum- 24 year old Tennesa Young; the tot's addiction to tennis began last summer at the tender age of one when she was given a racket by her grandmother watching a tennis match:

"It would be 7.30am and she'd be hitting the ball against her bedroom wall. This was all a bit much for me so we took her to a small tennis group for 30minutes at a time."

It was here that the child prodigy was  discovered. A coach told Ms Young Niyasha was "Very, very good" and had a "long attention span" thus she would benefit from private tennis lessons.

Niyasha's coach at her current Tennis Club confirms it is "pretty rare" to coach a child this young given their short attention span and is hopeful if Niyasha continues with this spirit, then nothing can prevent her from competing at all levels.

A taste of Far East hospitality

Images: Courtesy of Samsung GSIII

First of all apologies for such a long delay in posting and airing my dented skewed opinions. I was reminded by a fervent reader if the blog had gone into Sleeping Beauty mode like the last posting. No it hasn't.

It's been two weeks since the Sri Lanka and Singapore holiday and so I have decided to share my experience of  Far East hospitality.

Before launching into virtual ramblings, I would like to fervently discourage anyone from ever flying with Sri Lanka airlines (An official complaint has been filed requesting for a full refund as I type). 
It is a sub standard airline severely lacking in time managerial skills with ill equipped air crew who find it a problem doing elementary tasks such as serving ice with lukewarm drinks.
There is barely enough leg room space for a two feet tall toddler.The gaudy and cheap blankets  we were given had seen better days. So faded was it beyond recognition once could barely tell it's original colour
After ordering a low fat diet weeks before I boarded my flight, I was told by one of the air crew only Lamb Curry was available. Extremely tired and hungry from the  4hour delay we had encountered at LHR, I acquiesced. The meal was unpalatable, bland and plain unappetising. The bread roll served had not been warmed and it smelt mouldy. I immediately sent it back after managing a spoonful, determined to travel the remainder of the 16hour flight hungry than to torture my fine palates with such unattractive food.

As mentioned, the flight had been delayed by a good 4hours at London Heathrow. This resulted in transit passengers missing their connecting  flights so we had to spend a night in Colombo.
On arrival at the airport, there was no staff from Sri Lanka airlines to direct us unto our next course of action. We milled around the airport like forgotten lost causes for about half an hour as the few we approached spoke no English. Eventually, we found the Sri Lankan help desk nestled into a tight corner with no sign attached to it saying 'Sri Lanka'. I managed to spot it after recognising the airline staff uniform. And so commences my Day 1 of Far East Hospitality.

Day 1:
Sri Lanka
Nothing runs on time. Queuing? What's that? This isn't England  where people queue for their own funeral.

The Passengers in transit form an orderly queue by the Sri Lankan help desk patiently waiting our turn to be directed. Suddenly there is an influx of Thawb wearing men who rush to cut at the front of the queue. One particularly overweight boy starts waving his hands and shouting in a deep raspy voice. No doubt the rolls of fat obviously obstructing his vocal cords.
All around us everyone looks on unfazed. In this blistering heat of 40 °C no one seems to be taking any notice these Thawb wearing group are about to do the unforgivable Bristish crime:  jump the queue!
As if they read my mind, the English lad infront of me starts shouting in a loud cockney accent:

" Whadda ya think ya doing mate! There's a queue ya got to follow mate! Get to the back!"

He was joined in chorus by a hippie lesbian looking American lady wearing garb clothing who spoke softly but sharply in a voice that almost sounded like a shriek.

"Get back!" She screeched. "There's a queue you have to follow guys! Get back!".

There ensued a small fracas as the Thawb wearing men refused to budge amidst the cries of tourists who reprimanded them for daring to jump a queue. In the end, Sri Lankan air line staff refused to acknowledge the queue jumping criminals in favour of serving the orderly tourists.

After spending three hours at the Bandarainake airport, we were eventually shuttled to our transit hotels.


Arriving at the Catamaran Beach Hotel- Negombo was another wait as our rooms were not ready. We were encouraged to eat the buffet lunch presented to us. Seeing a fly buzzing around the room with it's determinant path headed towards the buffet, I decided against eating. 
At this point I was tired, hot and exhausted and just wanted to sleep. The others made a headline towards the buffet surprised at my refusal to eat. Of course no one else will notice a fly buzzing around food...except me and my eagle eyes.
Refusing to wait any any second more given that my eyes were heavy from lack of proper sleep in over 18 hours, I asked to be shown a room immediately. The request was immediately granted. An eager hotel attendant with a poster boy smile rushed to grab my bags and take me to my room. On our way, he launched into conversation:

"You from Ameyica?" he asked in a heavy Sri Lankan accent with a wide friendly grin showing gap teeth.
"No," came the reply. I am from Cameroon". I wait for the mundane " Where's that" rhetoric question to follow suite. Not this time around. My interviewer had other plans.
"Still Ameyica noh?" he insists.
"No." I say again. Cameroon is in West Africa. That's miles away from America."
He pauses, looking bemused, perplexed, dazed and bewildered. Then after what seems like an eternity, he nods his head and still asks:
"That part that is Ameyica yes?"
I guess this is what you call American citizenship by coercion.
We finally arrive my room. Thankfully it is spacious, clean, air conditioned and smells of fresh linen. I tip the attendant and he leaves.

Before leaving Colombo, I manged to catch some sightseeing with the others. On our way to Negombo beach, I meet a Nigerian (what is that about 1 in every 4 earth inhabitants being a Nigerian? Even on the inhabitable planet  Mars I am sure there exists a little colony of Nigerians). He comes over to greet me and proudly tells me the streets on which I walk were built by my fellow Cameroonians.

Rickshaws: mode of transport. These streets were built by Cameroonians

Negombo Beach Sri Lankan style: Swimsuits...what's that?

Negombo Beach entrance

British influence in every corner of the world

Day 2:
Singapore
In which black people can not come from London (And I thought Americans were narrow minded). I visit the Mosque for prayers.

Needless to say I was happy to finally arrive civilisation! I quickly located the taxi arranged by the hotel as he had my name written in sprawling bold letters. As I nestled into the back of the comfortable seats and air conditioned taxi, I was able to breathe a sigh  of relief mingled with contentment. Alack! 'Tis were to last for a minute as the taxi driver plunged into a set of questions.

"Did you travel from Afika?" He asks in distinctive Chinese patois. Not again! I screamed inside.
" No. I travelled from London" I replied . His next question took me off balance. In my lifetime, I have met a lot of people whose mindsets are as narrow as a dinghy North London alleyway. However I must admit this Singapore cab driver beat all the others to grab the coveted prize for The Most Narrow Minded Pea Sized Brain Fellow on Earth.
" How comes you from London!" He exclaimed in utter amazement. Your skin black!" He says this and taps on his arm repeatedly to probably emphasise my blackness.
I decided not to lecture a Singapore cab driver on diversity. It's too hot and I am in tourist mood. How on earth does one go about correcting this level of unclassifiable stupidity?

After the hotel check in, I head straight for the world famous Orchard Road. There are two main activities Singaporeans engage in; eating and shopping. This was highlighted in the rows upon rows of shops and delicious eateries to suit every budget on Orchard Road. Every  MRT(tube station) in Singapore is a shopping mall. I felt awfully out of place in my colourful flower patterned red and white boob tube maxi dress as all around me were neatly dressed chic ladies in expensive understated well cut dresses tottering on heels. You know how the Japanese ladies who shop from Selfridges et al look like on Oxford street? Dressed to the nines as if they had a lunch date at Mr Chow.

Orchard Road quickly lost it's charm as it bore a startling reminder to Oxford street. The shops were similar as I even saw M&S. Most importantly given my curvy size 12 frame, I was no match for the petite sizes which adorned the shops. I mean being a size 10 out here is fat so a size 12 is practically towing the obese line.

I headed back to the hotel to catch up with my friend Aishah; a lovely local. We went to explore another famous hub: Arab Street ( Think Edgware Road  but with a friendlier less secluded bunch). I even ventured into the famed Masjid Sultan Mosque for prayers and passed of as a Muslim. It was my first time in a Mosque and I was terribly excited. The Muslims gathered for prayers were friendly and extremely welcoming. I greeted most with the Arabic "As-Salamu-Alaykum" learnt during my childhood days in the religious welcoming Cameroon where I had grown up amongst Muslim neighbours.

Inside the Masjid Sultan

Arab Street fineries

An exited shop owner asked for his picture to be taken

We ended the evening in Bugis Street where I got my taste of outdoor dining...a traditional hallmark of Singapore.
An open style buffet was present and Aishah picked out some delicious traditional Malay food.  In no time a large plate was served with an array of beautifully assorted cooked foods and sauces. Another local delight- Green tea drink accompanied the meal.  I wasted no time tucking in. All around us people engaged in similar activities; eating, drinking and laughing well into the late night. It was impossible to believe it was nearing midnight given the packed filled streets.

Day 2:
Singapore Dukw Tour and Night Safari

Singapore City is a highly urbanised small Island which can be toured in three days. A must do for tourists is the Singapore Dukw Tour which takes you around major attractions in about an hour.The tour takes place both on land and in water; on the famous Singapore River. A tour guide is on hand to talk through about the major landmarks. However it is near  impossible to understand the guides amongst the noisy hum drum of the Dukw Tour explorer. So its best to read about any landmarks before taking the tour.
According to the Singapore City tour, the Captain Dukw explorer vehicle is 'a revamped Vietnam war era vehicle'.

View from the Dukw tour along the Singapore River

Captian Dukw tour explorer vehicle

The Dukw Tour picks tourists  from their hotel and it was a pleasant ride. Unfortunately the world famous Merlion was having reconstructive surgery after having been struck down several times from lightening. As such, he was partly covered while surgeons did some behind the scenes work. Nevertheless he managed to take some time off  from his re-constructive surgery wishing us tourists a Happy Holiday.

 The Dukw tour office is located in the Singapore Flyer. So immediately after the spectacular land and sea experience, it was time to experience Asia's biggest wheel; the Singapore Flyer.

With it's majestic presence which dominates the Singapore skyline at almost every angle (just like the Marina Bay sands hotel) it stands a whooping 165m tall( that's 42 stories high) considerably dwarfing the London Eye's 135m.
The ride offered  breathtaking stunning views of Singapore. 

The photos below are of the impressive views from the ride on the Singapore Flyover.

The Marina Bay Sands hotel

The Esplanade theatre

The Marina bay Gardens (the vertical structures)

The Science Museum (Cauliflower shape structure)The floating staidum (tennis court like structure)

Executive flats mainly inhabited by expatriates

The day ended with a trip to the Night Safari. This is a must see tourist attraction. Located on the far end of town, you come face to face with real wild  life animals as you board a jungle tram. Spectacular animal shows filled with fireworks take place at various times throughout the evening. Unfortunately after arriving late, we missed this show. A few pictures capture the brilliance and enchantment of the Night Safari.

Toilet 'jungle style'

Day Three:
Foot tour of major landmarks. A paparazzi moment on the train.

Halfway through the holiday, this called for a walkabout within the city centre visiting touristic areas such as Esplanade park, Merlion Park, Raffles Hotel, statue of Sir Stamford Raffles (the founder of Singapore), Houses of Parliament, City Hall, Istana( Presidential residence), etc
Taking the MRT (underground)  I was distinctively aware of stares from almost everyone. Aishah pointed out being black was a bit of a novelty in Singapore as there were very few of us around town. Matt  also said the same thing. As a kid his family found it cheaper holidaying in Singapore than visiting Sydney from his native Perth. So the stares were a mixture of curiosity and awe I suppose. Whilst travelling in the spacious clean air conditioned MRT (a far cry from the overcrowded  London underground whose air was often pungent with stale sweat and body odour), an Indian man fervently starts taking  pictures of me. Alarmed, I hide my face with my huge bag.

Houses of Parliament

Istana. The furthest we could get

A snippet view of Singapore's exceptionally clean underground transportation

Day Four:
China Town. An encounter with a  Malay Chinese palm reader. A Korean Mama tells me I am sexy.

In my previous life I hailed from the Royal Family. Unfortunately bad people from the North kidnapped us all stealing all our gold, wealth and precious metals. Hence I found myself in this non blue blooded life of mine. I must never dwell in the North. I must make a home always in the South and avoid fatty foods as in my 40s, I am destined to have heart failure.(Excerpts from a Chinese/Malay palm reader on streets of China Town-This explains why I always have that feeling of deja vu when visiting sumptuous places). 
He even goes as far as scolding me for straightening my hair warning me my type must only keep the "curly type of hair".

"Very sexy." says the Korean Mama to me. 
"Why thank you!"I exclaim giving a little bow.
 "Sexy" she repeats again. This time she pats my heavy backside and runs her hand down the  full length of my left body. I was too shocked to say anything. Her daughter giggles. No -one else is taking any notice...except me of course.


Visits were made to the Buddha tooth relic temple were I got just in time to join the monk for prayers. However before going in, I was politely asked by one of the guards to tie a sarong as my dress was too short. Out of respect for the temple and Buddha, could I kindly cover up? Flocks of tourists in skimpy attire, tight hot pants and vest tops were all asked to do same. A rather eager Indian on crutches hobbles up to me to ask for a picture.

"Why?" I asked rather puzzled.
"Just want to." He replies smiling broadly in a heavy Indian accent. His pearly white teeth makes a beautiful contrast against his ebony dark skin. I politely refuse.

At the Sri Layan Sithi Vinayagar Temple, a traditional Hindu ceremony was taken place which was a great delight to watch.
I discover sugar cane juice and in this sweltering heat of above 40 °C , have a few glasses.

Sri Layan temple

Buddha Tooth Relic temple

Monks reciting prayers

Sugar cane juice

In the evening, we head for the city center visiting Marina Bay, Boat Quay and  Raffles Quay.
Singapore by night was an amazing experience with it's astonishing views. Midnight sees us at  Lau Pa Sat; a historical Singapore market serving a vast array of food. Crab meat, satay,snails, etc The aroma of  griiled and roasted  food filled the air as hungry diners packed the place full even at such an ungodly hour.

Sir Stamford Raffles, founder of Singapore

Day 5:
Little India. More Stares. More Questions. Sentosa Island

"Where you from?" asks the Chinese lady next to me on the MRT. 
"Cameroon," I reply. She pauses for a moment contemplating on my answer. Her forehead lined in neat creased burrows in deep thought. (I think to myself like you ever heard of it).
Meanwhile Matt whispers:
"Why don't you just tell them you're from London? Makes it easier!" 
"No way!" I reply. I am from Cameroon. It will broaden their sense of Geography just for one minute."
As suspected, the Chinese lady had never heard of Cameroon. I draw a map of Africa and point to it. Her eyes lit up and she nods her head exclaiming:
 "Ah! Afika!" 
Yes I say. "AFRICA"...with a heavy drawl on the "r". We both smile. Mission accomplished.

Little India as the name implies, is really little. However it is an important part of Singapore's multicultural society. The fantastic structures which Singapore is known for were built by Indian immigrants. Singaporeans don't do building work. They are all high city flyers who work in banks and firms across the cities. Indians are as vital to the  Singapore economy the same way the Polish are to the UK economy. Indian immigrants built Singapore and are still building Singapore. So when next you see a magnificent sky high building dominating the  Singaporean skies, spare a thought to the Indian immigrant; the corner stone on which Singapore is built on.

As I peruse the shops, I could have been in Southall or Ilford (Only the streets here are a lot cleaner and people more friendly). I am a bit annoyed searching for Bindis as the  shopkeeper literally hovers over me. One thing I have picked up on this trip is people intrude a lot on your personal space. From queueing for tickets to just about anything, you can almost feel the breath of the next person down your back as they are standing particularly so close to you.

Council flats (HBD)Singapore style

A visit to Singapore is incomplete without visiting  Sentosa Island; Asia's biggest  holiday resort. The island is impossible to tour in a day. There are a multitude of activities to do in Sentosa. Most however are geared towards family with young children. Think of it as a much more exaggerated Disney world. I had been warned not swim in the beaches as everything was man made hence the waters quite murky and not exactly sea fresh. Well for starters, I can't swim.

We visited the aquarium with it's enchanting views and saw baby sharks. Sadly we missed the Dolphin show. Then it was off to catch Songs of the Sea; a spectacularly created 3D musical production.
Sentosa Island is so huge there are inter bus services ferrying tourists between the different locations.

Day Six
Farewell Singapore!