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Duganafi Gaenana Falaeh: You are so off the rails, your Excellency…
Sunday, 01 August 2010 01:08
In this edition of Duganafi Gaenana Falaeh, Mr. Peters tells off President Jammeh, hails a miracle, lauds illustrious
immigrants, scratches his head at bizarre justice dished out to Al Fayed, gets caught up in the Olympic whirlwind, wants a child killer to be made known, another bumped off and…HahataiYou are so off the rails, your Excellency…
The utterances of President Jammeh should cease to amaze us but it never ceases. Just when you thought he wouldn’t top the last outlandish remark, he goes and does just that.
He used last week’s 16th anniversary of the July 22nd takeover to accuse the British government of backing the opposition ahead of the 2011 elections. No evidence was brought forth but this is Jammeh we on about.
What irked him was the condemnation of the jailing of my dad in April by both the US and UK government which, in his snail-slow aura of piecing things, mistook it for ‘support.’ A look at the Constitution tells us that every citizen has the right to freedom of assembly and expression, which my poor dad exercised and got his freedom clipped for his trouble.
If President Jammeh thinks it is okay for one to be handed a jail term for triggering a political rally, I think I need to seriously take the words of one of my mentors who, with a straight face, told me Jammeh is clinically insane, with no pinch of salt.
A Miracle indeed…
Remember the earthquake that struck Haiti, in January and claimed over quarter of a million lives? People trapped underneath collapsed buildings for weeks, the dead strewn all over the place made very much depressing viewing when beamed back to our front rooms.
Months on, Haiti is rebuilding but the scars and destruction are still evident.
It made me appreciate and thank God for small mercies.
I couldn’t have been more touched when a Haitian mother was reunited with her baby in London, whom she had thought had died in the quake.
Marie Seignon, whose middle name is Miracle, was overwhelmed when she cuddled little Landina, who was brought to London for life saving treatment after being pulled from the rubble where she spent forty eight hours. She was taken to a hospital where she had an arm amputated and then brought to London by Facing the World charity and had surgery on her badly burnt skull at Great Ormond Street Hospital.
Marie was tracked down by the same charity using family documents found in the rubble and which organized a passport and visa for her. She wept with joy as mother and daughter were reunited at Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, saying, ‘My feelings were very strong. But when I saw her, I was amazed. I couldn’t believe she was alive-this is a very happy moment.’
Facing The Word now wants to raise £120, 000 for Landina’s future.
That amount would be raised by the time you read this for, if there is one thing Brits leave the rest of the world standing, it is wholeheartedly supporting charitable causes.
Remember the 2004 Tsumani? Well, the big-hearted people of this little island raised £75m in a week. The Evening Standard newspaper launched a fun called Dispossessed Fund for poverty-stricken Londoners targeting £1m. It halved that amount in ten days.
On the back of that, little Landina’s future is as secured as that of Beckham’s off springs.
I see a movie unravelling in this happily emotional story and I will do the script free if asked.
Hail all ye who made home elsewhere and blossomed…
Mo Farah warmed my heart when he became the first Brit to win the 10, 000m at the European Athletics Championships in Barcelona. Arsenal-supporting Farah is a Brit by arrival, having fled the unrest in Somalia as an eight year old. I wasn’t really concerned about him winning it, per se. I was happier he has made the most of life in a new country and excelled at what he does in the process. It doesn’t bear thinking what if Farah never made it out of the turmoil of Somalia. Would he have ended up dead or ended up as a pirate? So, Farah, I salute you. Equal encomium goes to Luol Deng, John Barnes, Linford Christie, Wyclef Jean, Marcel Desailly, Edgar Davids, Clarence Seedorf and anybody out there who moved countries and made the best of life. I’m not necessarily narrowing it down to sportsmen. I also take a bow for all those who’ve left their home countries fleeing unrest or in search of a better crack at life and triumphing.
I salute you all.
Did Al Fayed get a raw deal?
The closest I’ve come to a trial is via Grisham novels. All the bits and pieces I know about law I did off Grisham novels.
That tells you how much I know about law.
Still, I felt something was sticky when Mohamed Al Fayed took Star Energy to court. The oil company raked in millions from an oilfield in his Surrey estate but chose to offer him £1000 compensation. The Supreme Court, surprise, surprise upheld the compensation and threw out Al Fayed’s hopes of a stake in Star Energy.
Now, I don’t know how the law works but, as far as my legal mind tells me, Al Fayed deserve more than a £1000 when the actual oil well was drilled in his estate.
An archaeologist who discovered a pot full of Roman coins in Bristol got to keep all the proceeds. An oil well discovered in someone’s back yard and the owner only gets a grand.
You couldn’t make it up.
Olympic fever…
This past week marks exactly two years before the Smoke hosts the Olympics. I was happy when London won the bid back in 2005 but then I lost interest as the cost spiralled on a daily basis. Now, with two years to go and thanks to the media, my interest have been piqued again.
I’m actually looking forward to it. It is quite exciting and refreshing to witness the construction of the Olympic stadium rising out of the vast waste land in East London.
Tickets will go up for sale next year and they are starting off at £40. With good health and all, I will only attend an Olympic event if England wins the 2018 World Cup bid in December. If not, the closest I will get to the Games is on telly, simultaneously treasuring the fact that I watched the construction of the stadium from scratch.
Expose him!
For those of you who don’t know Jon Venables, he was the scumbag who, in 1993 aged ten, along with a friend tortured and killed two year old James Bulger. They were convicted when they turned eleven and jailed till 2001 and released under new identities.Now, if you choose to be radical and defend Venables for what he did when he was ten, I can make room for you. We had all done despicable things as kids and I’m no different.
But Venables clearly isn’t in any hurry to shed off his evil cloak as he was recently jailed for possessing child porn in his computer.
Two years he got, which was an outrage. Bulger’s family are still hurting and denounced the justice served as being soft.
You would be hard pressed not to agree.
What was more of an outrage was a judge ruling that Venables is in ‘clear and present danger’ if his new name is made public.
If you ask me, Venables needs only be carried out of jail in a box or should be made to live in constant fear of someone breaking through his window and yank his teeth, finger and toe nails out with a pair of pliers, slice his nose off, de-skin him and roll him about in a layer of salt and pepper.
After his identity is made public.
You can’t be serious!
I feel if you take a life, you automatically give up your human rights and take whatever is thrown at you.
Child killer Ian Huntley, who in 2002 murdered Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman, two schoolgirls and disposed of their bodies, is suing the prison service for £95, 000 for an attack by a team mate who cut his throat.
The bastard is seeking £20, 000 in injuries and £60, 000 for punitive damages and is expected to claim £15, 000 from the Criminal Injuries Compensation Authority.
If only that inmate had managed to behead him, there would have been no lawsuit. Plus, taxpayers would be spared the trouble of his upkeep till he draws his last.
Hahatai…
Hollywood actor Samuel L. Jackson spoke about meeting Prince Charles on Jonathan Ross’ talk show on BBC1 a year or so ago. According
to the Pulp Fiction star, they were told not to say a word to the royal but to courtesy. ‘Well, I decided to go against that,’ explained Jackson, who startled the Prince when he asked him ‘what’s up?’ ‘I could tell that wasn’t a usual language for him as he asked ‘what’s up?’ back. I told him, he was meant to say, ‘noting much. I’m chilling.’’‘Chilling?’ Jonathan Ross asked, puzzled. ‘Does Prince Charles chill?’
‘His whole life is a chill,’ Jackson deadpanned, slipping into his Coach Cater character’s voice when he dished out 500 push ups to one of his players. ‘He doesn’t have a real job, right?’
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Old England will perish.
I think I saw the last two Ravens {Mavis and Arnold }catching a number 9 bus to Hackney?
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You are right Mr Peters. All including myself love her Majesty the Queen which reminds me of the former Australian premier in last government who lost to the present party in power informing that “Australia will remain part of the British empire as long as the Queen’s here”. But he “can’t tell beyond that”; meaning there’s no guarantee for continuity of such arrangement once/after she ‘packs up home’. This setting’s far from our own fiefdom under our mad professor whose priority revolves round witch cleansing, AIDS cure, etc & other hallucinating claims of demon/jinn controls, etc, amongst claims, all to control & manipulate for ulterior motives far from societal/communal benefits.
The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare.....
Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife, until he made the headsman bob her hair...
Ah yes ! he did her wrong long years ago.
And she comes up at night to tell him so.
With her head tucked underneath her arm.
She walks the bloody tower!
With her head tucked underneath her arm,
At the midnight hour.
Sleep well ????
whooooooo
She is everyone fav granny.
I wanted to show him the Palace of Westminster...on route to The Tower of London.
The first..to show him real democracy in action and the second...the "African" Culinan diamond, set in the Crown of Her Most Regal Majesty.{Kept in the tower}
Of course...within The Tower their are the deep dark torture chambers..of medi evil England. I was in two minds as to whether...I could give him some idea's on reality torture...to encourage the higher spending tourist.
But then I thought...
If Mr.President became educated....
I would have no one to laugh at ???
Africas "Tommy Cooper"...is hilarious.
" Not like that... like that "
Ahuh Ahuh Ahuh.
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Hilarious hahatai. Samuel got to know Prince Charles’ job is to chill; that’s what he’s entitled to as monarch. I believe monarch systems give way to democracy where everybody equals in eye of law, with no preferential treatments, especially in despotic countries round the world. In Britain though, the monarch system doesn’t stand way in democratic dispensation from the premier & cabinet whose jobs were to see to day to day run of state affairs & policy. The British people, importantly, embraced the system & separation of powers not to say there aren’t few against. Local democracy matters.
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