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Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental Fafo sat alone and isolated on the edge of the prison football field. His fellow convicts walked by him in twos and threes. A match was in progress between two wings within the medium category prison. Only a small number of spectators watched the match in progress. Some of the prisoners gave him a wide berth as they passed by him. A few sniggered, sneaked a peek at him and covered their noses as they walked by. The leather pouch was back around his neck. He seemed resigned to that fact now, deciding to accept  that life would be much easier for him, at least while he served his sentence, to stop trying to ditch the bloody thing. Two years and eight months served, twenty months of which had been as a remand prisoner. With good behaviour, his lawyer had explained, he would b...

Don't Relax Your Vigilance On-line This is a reminder to the many people who use the internet to search for products and services on-line, to be careful and not get conned or scammed. The internet is a great tool to access information, a great medium, enabling the world to become a more intimate, caring, secure and enlightened global village. Amongst all the benefits and the good it can do for us, there also exists, the very bad. True, on-line is where many of us are guaranteed the best prices and some fantastic deals, but it also has a higher risk factor, with a lot of scammers and con men poised to bilk us of our hard earned cash.  There are a lot of scam artists out there and they are usually very good at snaring their victims. Their methods are getting more and more sophisticated, so watch out. Many victims of scams, are intelligent people. They are so embarrassed at their own perceived stupidity, they keep quiet about it. Big mistake! Shout about it from the roo...

Fela Kuti contributed immensely to popular music. His unique musical talent created a genre that revolutionised dance music. The play Fela told only part of the story.  Fela's music was so powerful and hypnotic it was hard to ignore. A visit to his Afrika Shrine club in those heady days was a must for every recording star and celebrity that visited Nigeria. The list was endless, Paul and Linda McCartney, Stevie Wonder, Roy Ayres and all the top acts that performed at the first World Black Arts Festival that Nigeria hosted in 1977. Ginger Baker came and ended up staying, hanging out at the Afrika Shrine, jamming with the band and eventually setting up ARC recording studios, the first of it's kind in the whole of Africa. A gig saluting the first Black President (as he was referred to by the many youths he politicised) is scheduled for next friday, May, 17th at 229, Gt. Portland Street in London's West End. The show will be featuring Tony Allen, the beat behind the ...

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental Fafo got ready for court with mixed feelings, relief on the one hand that the process had begun and he would at least know what his fate would be. Hopefully he might even get a result. His barrister seemed a smart fellow who looked capable of literally pulling the proverbial rabbit out of a hat. He was also apprehensive that he might, on the other hand, get the proverbial book thrown at him; which was what happened in the end. At least with the start of the trial, the feeling that he was in limbo would cease. So smartly dressed, watered and fed by the prison guards, he hopped into the van with a spring in his step. He was happy as the van sped through the quiet english countryside. Looking out of his little cubicle he drank in the view, envied those that he saw quietly g...

On A Lighter Note: This has been reproduced from Dancing Moccasins verbatim: Indian Chief "Two Eagles" was asked by a white U.S. government official, "You have observed the white man for 90 years. You have seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done. The Chief nodded in agreement. The official continued, "Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?" The Chief stared at the government official then replied, "When white man find this land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water. Women did all the work, Medicine man give treatment free. Indian man spend all day hunting and fishing; all night, having sex." Then the chief leaned back and smiled, "Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that." I couldn't stop laughing when I read this and thought I should...

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental Fafo stared hard at the charm that seems to have taken on a mischievous life of it's own. The many events that now seemed to have had a bearing on this thing that he now holds in his hands, had become too numerous to dismiss as coincidence. The open and shut case that both the Customs people and the police thought they had, almost disintegrated before their very eyes. The lead detective charged with prosecuting Fafo suffered a nervous breakdown. Detective Sergeant Eric Fisher's problems began, when an urgent report came in stating that the contraband stored as evidence in a supposedly secure police bonded warehouse was gradually diminishing in size. Almost half of the exhibit had somehow vanished; no one could explain why, so Sgt. Fisher's credi...

On a lighter note: Just Jiving! GETTING YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR BACKSIDE Nowadays, I hear the phrase "Get Your Head Out Of your Ass" so often, I sometimes wonder what it really means. Although I get the general drift and the message is quite clear if you take certain circumstances into consideration; Where did that phrase actually come from? Who invented it and what were they thinking? Short of being a Contortionist, how does a human head reach those nether regions? I sometimes imagine a person literally sticking their own head up their own backside, an anatomical impossibility, except perhaps, you work in a circus. Is there a particular formula to achieving such a gross thingy? After the head had been up there for a while and someone suddenly says GYHOOYAss…..will it come out with a popping sound or what? I would not like to be in such an environment anyway, think of the smell. Personally, I would rather tell someone they got shit for brains than ask them...