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True talk heals,
When someone speaks,
The truth about my small mistakes
As human being ,
I feel much comfortable.
When someone speaks lies
About what I did not say or do,
I feel so downhearted.
Speaking the truth is my best drink
And I am addicted to it.
I have been hated ,
Attacked,
Ill-treated,
Excluded,
Challenged,
Tortured,
Terrorised,
Persecuted,
For speaking the truth on social media
And face to face dialogues.
Meeting of man with
Man generates nix,
Meeting of woman with
Woman gives nothing,
Meeting of man with
Woman produces Children.
How do you expect to get a future king or queen of England when men with men or women with women
marry each other?
Imagine when a top leader forces some people to do what he"she" can not do.
The scripture says ,
" Multiply on Earth"
reason why
Presidents,
Kings,
Queens,
Princes,
Princesses
Don't marry
gays
Joe Biden,
King Charles III,
Emmanuel Macron,
Vladimir Putin,
Jacob Zuma,
Cyril Ramaphosa,
Yuheri Museveni,
Barack Obama,
Xi Jinping,
Mndala Chimbalanga II,
Kim Jong-un
Are happy to be fathers
Because they have wives.
Some African countries were imposed
Some laws which seemed useless to them
And continued to obey what God said
in the scripture,
" Multiply on Earth"
I don't think same - sex marriage
To be part of the British
Culture and traditions
Because there is no King
or Queen
or Prince
or Princess
Of that royal traditional house
Who did such Marriage in their history.
Hope this truth
Will heal many
People on earth.
I love you all.
March 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!
Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!
And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free
The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty
Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?
Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic
Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri
Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!
Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!
From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!
Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
Translations
Allons-y = Lets go, pronounced similar to Alizee
Magasins = Stores
N'est pas is written on sound should be "N'est ce pas"
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri = Eat your macaroon cookies my love"
C'est ton droit et ta liberte = Is your right and your liberty
The last three weeks have been a seemingly endless series of welcome parties, get-togethers, receptions, meet-and-greets and cocktail parties - every kind of cheesy or ostentatious soirée my Grandmère can throw together, she’s dragged me to. It’s hard to match her energy.
“You have to meet people,” she insists, “and they have to meet YOU.”
“And why?” I asked, eloquently, but there’s no use resisting - she’s tireless.
The Prime Minister of France - met him. The mayor of Paris, met him, the CEOs of Paribas, L’Oréal, TotalEnergies, AXA, met them, the ministers of the economy, interior and foreign affairs - met ‘em. The US ambassador to France, met him.
In the play “My Fair Lady,” Eliza, meeting people frantically at the races, repeats “How do you do,” over and over and over to great comedic effect. That’s how I feel at these parties, “Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté.” I say, turning in circles. I’ve met Emmanuel Macron before, but I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again soon. I haven’t met his wife though - I’d love to ask her about that slap.. hhmm.
Is it shocking that I’ve now met anyone who’s anyone at Université Paris Cité? No, because that’s how crazy-lady operates. “You meet everyone, eye-to-eye,” she lectures, “you have to get out of your bubble, and experience the world as interesting,”
That’s her favorite saying these days. “I don’t HAVE a bubble,” I replied, defensively, but she’s left the room - she’s never still. She seems to know we’re on the clock, that once med-school starts, (in September) I’m going to be all about that.
It’s Monday morning. I’ve been at the Shangri-La hotel pool, where we have full privileges, and I’m coated, like a potato, head to foot, with SPF 50 sunscreen - when who shows up?
Peter (my bf). “You’re early!” I say, not at all displeased, but I’m SO conscious of my tacky skin and chemical smell that I face-palm him as he comes in for a snog.
EEuuww. I can’t make-out with a guy when I’m all greased up.
“5 minutes,” I assured him, heading for the shower.
“I’ll join you,” he offered.
“Well, ok,” I chuckle.
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Songs for this:
Better Days by NEIKED, Mae Muller & Polo G
This Girl by Kungs & Cookin' On 3 Burners
Cake By The Ocean by DNCE [E]
When someone has nothing to offer and allow pride misleading him "her", hidden violances always be his "her" first thoughts.
Quote by poet.
The lost huge bread,
When President Emmanuel Macron organised
A summit with the African young business people and leaders, he was told by some african youths to change some business rules so both parts could win fifty fifty interests in deals elsewhere the huge bread would
get lost.
The African young leaders understood
that President Macron would face challenges
because of many mistakes of his seniors in Africa
reason why they put their demands on table to avoid
the big loss.
It was hard for the young french President to convince
his senior french leaders so that he could respond
well the demands of the African youths.
The lost huge bread,
The big loaf of bread is not yet gone ,
French government has not yet reply to their demands.
The big target of the African youths is to capture
DRCongo under their 100 % control to honour
the big victory of Emery Patrice Lumumba which
was destroyed through stupid coup d'état.
French government was accused by many
young African political , traditional and religeous
leaders as one of the best trouble makers
in french speaking African countries.
It is still time for French government to stop supporting rebels in DRCongo and other places
to rebuid trust in some African countries.
The lost huge bread,
Young sahel African military defence forces
understand the politic of their region well reason why
they don't want to fight against the french military
in their zones because of the selfish world leaders.
They continue sending calls for french military
to relocate in Niger peacefully
and go to protect their french territorial integrity
and national sovereignty
in france.
When you enter the house of someone peacefully
And you are told to go back home peacefully
Those people are more wisers.
August 5/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
After 22 hours in planes and a ride on the London tube
our adventure in England had begun…
We met Bryan, Ali and Ava at our hotel…then it was off to have some fun.
To fend off any jet lag…we didn’t rest…we got going quick…
stopping for some French Pastry…which, by golly, did the trick.
Next it was off to Westminster Abbey…where they coronate their kings and queens.
The service was uplifting as the choir’s voices rose up to the heavens
in one of the most beautiful churches we have ever seen.
An interesting note…when we arrived outside of Westminster Abbey
barricades were up and Bobbies were everywhere…we knew something was going on.
It turns out London was being visited by French president Emmanuel Macron.
He was there to lay a wreath on the tomb of the unknown warrior-
(an unidentified soldier who died in World War I)
Then, after waving to us, he was off to address Parliament…
No doubt…given the state of the world today …there is much work to be done.
After our service was completed and we walked out Westminster Abbey’s door
we witnessed some of the pomp and pageantry the British are famous for.
The central band of the royal legion was playing La Marseillaise-
The National Anthem of France…
which we heard two young Frenchmen next to us sing…
this was followed by a rousing rendition of God Save The King
I know there are troubles in the UK…just like in America
(we passed homeless people sleeping on the street)
problems that need to be addressed…
but watching the British…the people who invented pomp and circumstance
we couldn’t help but be impressed.
The evening ended at the Kings Head pub…a fitting end to today’s trip…
in a traditional English Pub…while eating fish and chips.
Sitting around the table of that pub…with our children and grandchild…now grown
I had to stop and smile…as we celebrated with our own pomp and circumstance…
a royal family of our own.
Europe's cold heart
Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from
the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner
I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France
is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place
where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation
No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that
Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event
if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money
I'm a nationalist hails from a country evolved naturally
yet no shy absorbing what is useful for other,
there is an unspoken agreement on how people should
behave, which can be strange to others, but fits the national physics.
From our view Macron, in the words of Oscar Wilde
“deep down he is a shallow thinker”
We don't want globality, one culture, one language
on thought, directives from EU. Economic punishment
for those straying rules set by faceless officials
Migrants are welcomed if they can blend in and not
becoming a destructive mob
as we see happens in Sweden, by those who want to change the country to what it is not.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon
it can be avoided by investing in the afflicted countries
but there is a sense economic interest dictate
a large amount of low paid workers
We see how the USA, the beacon of democracy is at heart a tyranny, helped by the opaque Zionism, which want globalization to disfranchise people make them malleable to their agenda
the working class Britain sees this, as do the Germans
alas, the Germans have the burden put on them
by endlessly forced to feel guilty for atrocities that
happened before their lifetime
they know Israel is a malevolent state seeking world
achieved by the death of others
who had a normal name
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited
Olive trees, if they survive the onslaught from ugly people called settlers, mostly rude fanatics who spit your way, say things like: “We killed Jesus,and laugh
A man who happened to be called Jesus, no, not him,woke up under an olive tree where Maria had sought shade, disturbances in the other field where the thuggish
were trying to burn down an olive tree so old it had got a byline in the bible.
Jesus and Maria liked to go to France where he could train and be a chef, but his father was old, too aged to run his carpentry shop with uncouth vulgarians around
the business faltered.
Jesus and his betrothed decided to take the old man, with them on the road to Damascus and met a Christian willing to take them to the port of Latakia and find a ship to take them to France
It turned out that Jesus was a talented chef who after training under the Famous Epicure, branched out and
became a famous restaurateur
Several hundred years later, a man called Macron was born, but since he has nothing to do with this story
we can leave him alone to preside in Paris
Cold is the wind in Europe
It is a stormy evening brown leaves flying in the storm, they a
re dank and slimy, torn from the tree with no home to call
their own. I`m thinking of Macron, the president of France
He is extolling globalisation, I`m a nationalist I come from
a country that has naturally evolved has its own culture and
an unspoken agreement on how people should perform.
We don`t want a global nation with one culture one language,
one thought as dictated by a newspaper owned by the globalists.
It has been tried before under the dictatorship of Stalin.
Macron is, in the words of Oscar Wilde:” Deep down he is
a shallow thinker.”
Migrants are welcomed in my country if the can blend be as us
and not a confused mob demanding changes in the way
we have accepted the system as it is.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon it could
be avoided by investing in the countries they hail from and
is political to sow discord in Europe.
We see how the USA a beacon democracy, has been turned
into a semi- tyranny helped by the opaque forces of Zionism
they want globalisation to serve their end that is to enslave
and bend us to their will.
The working class in Britain get it and the ditto Germans
to see the way their countries are going and protests
because of the know if this is not stopped a new war will
begin a war that can only benefit the Zionists.
Cold is the wind in Europe.
It is a stormy evening, brown leaves flying in the storm
dank and dry, torn from the mother tree with hatred
I`m thinking of Macron, the president of France,
extolling globalization. I`m a nationalist, from
a country that has naturally evolved, has its own culture,
and an unspoken agreement on how people should perform.
We don`t want a global nation with one culture, one language, one thought as dictated by newspapers owned
by the globalists.
It has been tried before under the dictatorship of Stalin.
Macron is, in the words of Oscar Wilde,” Deep down he is
a shallow thinker.”
Migrants are welcomed in my country if they are willing
to accept our culture and not demand changes
But have accepted the system as it is.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon; it could
be avoided by investing in the countries they hail from and
It is political to sow discord in Europe.
We see how the USA, a beacon of democracy, has been turned
into a semi-tyranny helped by the opaque forces of Zionism
They want globalization to serve their end, that is, to enslave
and bend us to their will.
The working class in Britain gets it, and the ditto Germans
to see the way their countries are going, and the protests
because of this, know a new war will come, a war that can
benefit the Zionists.
Brutish Trump, Meek Musk?
Trump comes across as a brute and scares people off the middle usually nice middle-class people who do not what it is like working on a building site or spending years at sea with men appear ruffian but mostly, is a braggadocio and as such nothing to be alarmed over in Trump’s case he is not likely to start a war with China, Russia or Iran Trump likes powerful autocrats, he respects as much as he hates effeminate Macron also Starmer
With his perfect modulations, yet sits cross-legged when speaking to Trump who is not in the habit of showing the heels of his shoes, but as we know English leaders have hidden distaste for those they think are inferior to them
Trump, like many rich people, pretends he comes from a modest background, his father was a wealthy man in real estate which made his journey easier; the millionaires we see today are from wealthy families and that is Ok, but their idea of poverty is miles away from the mark
The hatred we see of Elon Musk is grossly unfair He is at heart a good man with a dream of saving humanity from itself, but I fear when the chips are down politicians will put the onus on him