Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Our Youths, The Social System, Police & Government


“How can you leave a young person outside the door in the rain, a prefect for that matter” These were the words of the aggressive policeman who enquired as to why I hadn’t opened the door for a sixteen year old. I took exception to his judgement although I understood them. He wasn’t aware of the history of the situation. This same child has been going missing on a regular basis and staying away from home since the age of 12 and was well known to the social services, the police, neighbors, locally and too many incidents than I care not to mention.
In the days when I was young my parents governed their domain and I was a respectful inhabitant of that world. I understood clearly my life depended on their maturity, good governance and my role thence was to obey their rules and regulations and stay within my boundaries. You have the right to be fed, clothed and housed subject to you bringing home good grades, obedience and respect for your elders and the community at large wherever you might find such.
I was sixteen once and although atimes I felt my parents weren’t always right and could prove it, I kept my all-knowing independent opinions, streak and rebellion to myself and only really exercised them on the field of battle such as the football or rugby field,.. These days the youth have the internet, you cannot even bluff your child anymore, because Mr Mcgoogle has an answer for that or there is an App for that! The youths spend their lives on facebook which has pretty much replaced parenting, outdoor sport and real face to face networking.
There is a divide so wide between the have-not youths, blacks and whites that it makes one laugh when there is this constant talk of a multi-racial Britain. The reality is that you scratch below the surface and the reality of daily living in the Great Britain of today is that we are pretty much a divided nation. Don’t believe me? Why not do for me a simple test: write down the name of 3 of your neighbours and their dog. You get a bonus visit to the marriage ceremony of next year for getting one right!
We are now in the age of fast gratification,.. the “wantitnow” generation. “what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Beyonce
Why?
Because she has a huge ass! (no disrespect meant Mrs JayZed )
These days there is no concept of planning. The old saying comes to mind: if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. But I digress, the argument on which I wish to hang my hat is this: Why do the police, the social system, social workers, governments, tell our youths their RIGHTS but not their wrongs! Its as if grown-ups are afraid to say NO to our youths. But are we ready to suffer the consequences? The inability imposed on parents that doesn’t allow them to discipline their youth at home leads to back-chats, Iknowmyrightstantrums! and disrespectful un-emboundered youths. This in turn leads to youths not properly trained at home, without boundaries and the concept of fear. Fear did I hear you say?
Wait,..hear me out.
In public and private life we are kept in our place thru fear and the possibility of sanction. If I park my car in the wrong place, I get a parking ticket( £60) If I steal from a shop, I get fined. If I punch a stranger in the street, I get done for assault. I think you get the drift. Yet if your youth steal from you, beats you up or brings unsavoury individual home there is no way for you to defend yourself or impose a sanction!
They know their rights so much that they use the police 999 service as their front door key once parents put their foot down and refuse them entry into the home they show such disdain for. All the above culprits such as the police,social-workers and government forget that in handicapping the parent, they are contributing to societal problems of anti-social behaviour. Studies have shown so-called disaffected youth who have gone on to stab and or killed another teenager can be traced back to such governmental hand-cuffing! Is it intentional? Am on to something? Is it a coincidence? Most of the 17 and more youth knifed in London over the last 10 months have been from the black community. In 60’s and 70’s America, the top 7 most black populated US states showed alarming rates of use of narcotics, prostitution and violence. No positive governmental intervention was forthcoming which in itself led to gangland warfare. Is there a case to be answered for intelligent ethnic cleansing. You get my drift,..let the fuckers kill themselves!
In an age of leisure where there is less work available and a growing elderly population, competition for the work available in the global work village is stiff. Positive parenting should be supported not be-smirked! In the African/Chinese and Indian home, there is a hierarchy of governance which works and brings forth model citizens who appreciate that choice is a matter of options.
These musings are the works of my views and my views only, I am not affiliated to anybody nor do I represent any organisation.
Remember: Runningwater cannot be stopped, It flows, it ebbs, its life fulfilling and necessary. Peace in the middle east!

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Curious Case of Benedict


Curious Case of Benedict
Just a year after he said condoms could be making the AIDS crisis worse, Benedict said that for some people, such as male prostitutes, using them could represent a first step in assuming moral responsibility "in the intention of reducing the risk of infection."
The Vatican's ban on contraception remains, but Alberto Melloni, an Italian church historian, said Benedict "opened without a doubt a crack that cannot help but have consequences."
Benedict stepped where no pope has gone since Paul VI's famous 1968 encyclical "Humanae Vitae" barred Catholics from using condoms and other artificial contraception. Pressure to lift the ban has grown with the spread of the HIV virus, which has infected some 60 million people worldwide and led to 25 million AIDS-related deaths over three decades.
Earlier this week the pope announced that condoms might be used in the case of Gay prostitutes. One’s mind is furtive with worries and wonders about his priest and young boys. It’s been a concern of mine the issue of Contraception and the Catholic church!
For centuries the Roman Catholic Church has ordained and notice I say, the RCC and not God or his representative on earth JESUS, that it is against the use of contraceptive. In this momentous of all weeks, which marks the end of the Christian year and the advent of the birth of Jesus.
Am catholic and my story is one of daily miracles. Four years ago I wasn’t attending church as I had had my fill of Church going in my youth. While I was in Lagos following the death of my mother I attended the Divine Mercy Catholic Church – Falamo Ikoyi. I had resisted for a time going into this church. I would often wait in the car while my friend attended service. However, on this particular day I agreed to attend the service. Going thru the routine, it came the period of the priest’s sermon and although the church was packed it appeared as though the priest was talking directly to me, I looked behind me to see if he was addressing someone else. You know what, he was talking to me directly, and somehow it wasn’t the priest talking to me. Those who know me would never associate me with moments of divine intervention. Not that I didn’t believe, but I had issues with how God spoke to me and how his teachings were being interpreted by his so called reps on earth. Long story short,… God spoke to me very directly that day,..every song, every psalm, every passage of the bible hit me hard. I cried, I sang and I hoped for better days. On my return to the UK, I joined the Catholic faith, was baptised, confirmed and took holy communion. I am acutely aware of the historical aspect of the Catholic church thru the ages and how its perceived. However, my presence in this church was to worship my Father, to have a personal relationship with him and to commune with others of the same belief.
But I digress. My point in writing this piece and the argument on which i hang my hat is to ask why it has taken 42 years for the Pope to intimate on something that would alleviate the spread of AID/HIV/POVERTY/HUNGER. If Benedict is doing this for popularity then the question is? How far has he digressed from the teachings of Jesus which he supposed to expound! Jesus roamed the earth, curing, healing and loving the poor. He didn’t throw down edicts from fancy homes in the heart of the roman empire. He moved amongst his people. Don’t misunderstand, I know times are different and it would be near impossible for him to administer as Jesus freely did. However, he has his bishops, canons, and local priests. Yet the most those are known and seen to be doing is molestation of those whom they are supposed to serve. The RCC spend their time defending their priest, and less on what would heal the world. In the alleged first world most catholics ignore the edicts on contraception and sex before marriage and settle for the sacrament of reconciliation. In Africa & Asia where most of the followers of the catholic faith inhabit. The edict on contraception is keenly observed. In the Phillipines women have up to 10 children they cannot support because they are not allowed to use contraception or abortion. These are often poor and affected families who live in shanty towns and feed off the waste of the wealthy who are too damn smart to observe such pervasive edict. In Africa, we have the spread of the Aids virus, yet the Pope wouldn’t allow the use of contraception. In the west, the use of contraception has marginalised the spread of Aids yet in the poorest part of the world the Pope’s refusal and the locals observance of an uninspired edict that innately affects their lives is amazing!
"I was born Catholic, I was baptized, but in my life I feel profoundly secular," Bruni said. "I find that the controversy coming from the Pope’s message is very damaging. In Africa it’s often Church people who look after sick people. It’s astonishing to see the difference between the theory and the reality."
The sultry ex-Supermodel, who has campaigned widely against AIDS, accused the Catholic Church of "damaging" Africa with its views on birth control.
The Italian-born Bruni is so furious that she revealed she no longer practiced the religion
The above quote attributed to President of France Sarkozy’s wife is profound in its response to Benedicts appraisal that the use of condom is contributing to the spread of Aid. In less than a year there appears to have been a complete turnaround by Benedict. It’s a welcome change of mind. At every mass I pray to God for benedict to return to Christ and his teachings. Lead his followers on earth to salvation, away from desperation, hunger, pain, poverty and religious dogma!
The view expressed here are my own. I am not affiliated to any organisation nor represent any body or groups. I am a citizen of the world a lover of mankind and independent of mind & thoughts.
Remember: runningwater cannot be stopped!

Monday, 22 March 2010

Best interest of the child


Best Interest of the child
Picture the scene:
You meet, you talk, you touch, you agree that life would be unbearable without each other.
You abort them, you promise, you implore, you beg , you cajole, you direct, you explore, you enchant, you enthrall, you charm, you set ground rules, you obey, you disobey.
You’re exhausted!
You panic!
She screams!
You scream!
It screams!!
They scream!!!
,.. the pitter patter of small feet grow louder,

You meet, you talk, you touch, you agree thats it golf on Wednesdays, salsa on Fridays, but oh I cant miss football, and I cant miss strictly come prancing!
It cries, cant decide who should provide the emotional support
Its given a name, happy days, friends and family, little its gotta a name!

Workloads heavy, cant always be home on time,.. will you do the ironing tonight and what about dinner? Little IT’s swallowed a sock, off to see the Doc!
Panic all about us!
Name calling and shaming, it was all your fault, no it wasn’t,.. i do as much as you if not more and I earn double!
You don’t appreciate me, I think this was a mistake,.. we don’t even fuck anymore, all we do now is make love.
I think you are seeing someone else! You don’t love me anymore,.. I don’t even think you love it!
I want you out, am better off without you! ( you're not wrong! )

But its my house!
Do I care! All I need is a fancy lawyer and some well placed lies, and lack of conscience and we can remedy that!
But what about my child? I love my child, I cant be without my child,...
No me, no child! No house and I want half your shit,.. this is my child, my home, my chair, my tv, my wardrobe, my bed, my carpet and rug, my mug!
Mine! mine!mine! all mine!


Boy do I feel like a mug!
What happened? Where is the love? Have you no shame?
Get out! The judge says I can have it all!
I guess you have won the lottery, hope it makes you happy

The best interest of the child!
You dad is shit, he’s useless, done nothing for you, no presents, no letters, no card, no fucking phone calls! He’s shit! He is just a womaniser and he doesn’t love you!

A familiar story???
I guess in the heat of passion and protestation of love and affection one should be careful who one has a child with, who one chooses to explore one’s life with.


Often in the interest of the child the mother will tell the child that the absent father doesn’t love them, has never sent presents, nor called, nor written.
Had he called, written or sent presents,..it would have been shredded and binned, phone would have been slammed down, because he loves his IT, he would have to be punished!


Yet the inconvenient truth is that the bitterness and hurt following the split makes the child’s interest the last thing on her mind. He has to suffer for daring to leave me for a younger woman!
For daring not to love me no more,.. all those beautiful things about him that made him lovable when you first met,.. like the way he was a father to your child, a strong and dependable man, gave a home to all and shared the little or lot he had doesn’t count for squat no more,.. the holidays, the moments shared are forgotten in the desperation to make him PAY!

God I hate him and so should you too IT!
He’s a loser, selfish and unfaithful


All in the interest of the child!
With God all things are possible.

The interest of the child SHOULD be paramount!
Even if you cannot stand the sight of that once beautiful smile, that brought you out in giggles of excitement. Remember it isn’t about you,.. Its about IT,... your child

Remember: runningwater cannot be stopped!
The views expressed here are my own personal views and observation on life as I observe it. Its my contribution to the ongoing debate of ‘ whats in the childs best interest ‘ when parents split up!

Monday, 1 March 2010

Its a curious world we live in!


Over the last few weeks all the media attention has been on celebrities who cheat and what lessons and examples they are giving to the minnions who allegedly have lesser life's. I find myself examining carefully that world celebrity. To my uninitiated mind I thought celebrity meant someone who has achieved something of worth or note, worth emulating or that leaves you inspired,..hence the word celebrated.
Boy was I wrong: The latin meaning of the word:- celebrity
The word itself comes from the latin word " celebritatem" meaning, literally, 'condition of being famous' which means people just have to recognise you for you to be a celebrity. The irony of course is that most celebrity strive for years to be famous then wear dark glasses as not to be receognised while moaning constantly about being famous.
Two points here: Firstly, why is the Accusative Singular taken as the word from which English 'celebrity' comes from? Secondly, 'Celebritas' literally meaning a 'multitude', a 'crowd', and the word itself stems from the word 'celebro' - to go to a place often.

But I digress. I guess the point I am trying to make is what the media considers newsworthy over the last month, to date in column inches are: tiger woods ( sex scandal), john terry ( sex scandal ), ashley cole ( yet another sex scandal! ) I think you get the picture. These issues are private issues and should remain in the domain of such. Can Tiger Woods play Golf? Yes. Was it his marriage that made him famous? No,.. Is John Terry a good footballer? well, thats debatable,.. I think you get my drift,..

In that time we have had no less than 4 earthquakes, killing thousands of people, the genocide & hunger in sudan continues unabated, and we are sleep-walking into a nightmare of enormous proportions with the conservative party seemingly heading for 10 downing street following the upcoming UK elections!

We can now view and download data and share data with people around the world in seconds and I have recently found out that on an I-phone or other similar gadgets you can view real life scenes from camera's around the world and even manipulate them! ( Pure voyeurism ) Yet, we are unable or unwilling to help people who die every second in the third world thru lack of drinkable water or food, we are unable to offer the elderly of this country free heating & care in the winter months and often finding some have died of cold and usually of loneliness. I think I read it somewhere that we are shall be judged by the way we treat our elders,..

There is a method to my madness! I am not saying that technology is not good, Nor am I saying that it shouldnt enhance the quality of peoples lifes what I am saying is that it should be inclusive in enhancing the quality of life of all human being!

Remember: running water cannot be stopped! The views on this page are mine, I am not affliated to any party nor represent any religion or people. I am however, a citizen of the world without boundaries.

Friday, 15 January 2010

you

am not angry nor cold
even now as the skies
darken and gather around me
nor am i afraid for what the future holds
as clearly i hold the future
my destiny is mine
nobody elses!
yes i am unafraid
yet afraid i become
as thoughts of past
events
dilenmas
proclivities
pervades my very being
i tell myself i am whole
i have become whole
No!
i do not need definition
nor image
i decide who i am
am blessed
blessed i am
my gift bear fruit
done all i can
all i can i have done
relentless is my pursuit
direct is my aim
i want you to hold me
i need to be held by you
like i have never before been held
i need to hear you sing my name
whisper kind words that soothe my pain
i want you to see my hurt
not to feel my hurt
want you
even though I don't need you
need you
i wneed you to want me
want me
for me.

Thursday, 14 January 2010

this morning


I emerged this morning grateful and glorious in the knowledge that I was now safe. Too often we are caught up in the predicament of others. Existing instead living, living instead of loving. I emerged completely aware of the importance of my life in the sphere of the world. Looking at the stars, live’s individual can seem insignificant. Important though is those we love, those we choose to love, and those we love even though the world deem them unfit to love.
Fundamentally I am, so I shall be. Be clean, be true, be-long, be-used and be aware. I emerged victorious, unsuspecting of life’s gift, grateful that life had chosen me to love.
I have chosen not to engage in lyrical masturbation, instead I will offer libation to the Gods of redemption. I have discouraged verbal tennis, and have discovered lyrical true essence of being. I am allowing the um-na-na to wash over me.
Spiritual is my guide, fast is my resolve. Complete is the heart. Mysterious remains the intent.

the other day


I remember stepping out of myself the other day. I remember admiring in awe at the tall dark somewhat quirky individual looking back. I remember feeling a tinge of sadness. Emotions so strong. Feelings of rage and unrequited love. I remember feeling enormous gratitude, enormous hope. Individually apart I stood, stood apart I was an individual. I remember reaching out at loves lost and aspirations expired.
Too quickly the flames of passions so strongly felt would extinguish, leaving feelings of anxiety. I remember the quick slow quick steps of ambitions drive. The flutter of evil intent when submissions of honesty to fore.
I remember the complicated art of leaving self exposed to ridicule by being so ridiculous. I remember dialogue of self, want and longing. Too soon oh too soon, fake hopes shines yet dims as I bought the untruth behind the reality of the flaw. I desired, yet felt no desire. I watched in amazement as justice threw down the challenge, the gauntlet. I scurried and unrelenting folded back the cover. I discovered that even though I was asleep I was always awake and as I awoke, I fell so soberly into sleeps welcoming and wanton hands. I remember stepping back into myself and feeling cheated at an adventure unfulfilled.