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Micropoem: coffee


i know

that i don’t

need you

at all

i tell myself

as i reach

for my

next cup

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so tonite me and the beautiful val went to watch inception at the eikestad mall (no spoilers here, don’t worry) and there was a queue for buying tickets from the counter and the ticket machine and then a huge queue in front of the cinema as it is a junction which means no specific reserved seats

so we were making our way down the side of the cinema in the middle of a bit of a crowd with most of the decent seats already taken and we were waiting for the people in front of us to choose their row and move down it when these people behind us (particularly this one girl) got all rude and vibey and wanting to get past or something – so val just turned round and politely said something about waiting for the people to find their seats and this girl went off at her, including the line “move or i’ll make you!” – as i tried to work my body between the beautiful val’s and this incredibly rude but-probly-able-to-take-both-of-us-in-a-street-fight-attituded girl val turns to her date and says “are you with her?” and he nervously responds “yes” and she chirped him “well make her stop”

so proud.

they ended up sitting on the edge of the row behind us while we sat three rows from the front right in the middle in a cinema where three rows from the front right in the middle was actually quite a great place to be – score us

what an incredible movie conceptually – definitely thort there were moments of acting and special effects that could have been tighter (so not a challenge to the matrix there) but concept and handling of it were of the same kind of league – somebody very caffeine or red bull’d up to think of all that

and then chicken strips at cubana with mushrooms and barbeque sauce

amazing evening all round

but now, back to life…

so i managed to track down the john ellis article that started all the ‘fun’ and am very much looking forward to having caffeine with the man when i hit durban this week to hear more of where his heart is (and cos, hey, caffeine!!) but i’m not too sure he is going to be poster boy for pagans anonymous just yet – also take some time to read some of the comments by christians and meditate on the whole ‘you will be known by the love you have for one another’ piece of that book we follow…

the article that was published [disclaimer – it was an article, written by a journalist, wanting people to read it]

john ellis blog response

so i read in the newspaper today before church (stocking up on caffeine and chocolate crouissant at the bp) that Jacob Zuma (our president) has fathered another child.

i never used to like Zuma. i heard a lot of bad things about him and saw him involved in some criminal cases with various accusations and he made some infamously bad statements about showering preventing AIDS (after being head of some AIDS council or something) and so i didn’t have a positive opinion

then i found out that my girlfriend (now wife, the beautiful Val) was friends with one of Zuma’s children and i met them and they were a really cool personage and so the one day i emailed them on Facebook and asked them to tell me one nice thing about their dad (cos i only had the bad stuff so what is one thing you really like about your dad that no-one else would know) – and they told me a thing – and it was a cool thing related to him being a family man and really vibing with the family

and it was cool to view someone i didn’t think much of  (an opinion mostly formed by what i’d read or seen in the media) from someone who loved them’s perspective

and it made me think yesterday that even Hitler must have had a mom – probably Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden have friends or family members who dig them and spent some good times with them – serial killer Charles Manson had a girl at college who had a crush on him, that kind of thing

something somewhere along the line went wrong i would imagine – and maybe it was early on – but no-one is born inherently completely irredeemably evil – horrible upbringing or traumatic boarding school experience or some kind of abuse or lack of parent or something and the wrong path is chosen

it makes me want to be a little more aware of the young people i am working with at church and through camps and just everyone i come into contact with – because i would imagine on the flipside that people like Nelson Mandela and Mother Teresa and Gandhi and Bono and, i dunno, whoever the turned-out-pretty-well people of the world are, had an upbringing where something went right

maybe i can be that thing. maybe you can.

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