SEXY SHOPS

As I was driving down south from Rome towards Napoli (Naples) through the Appian road it was compelling to notice a couple of these SEXY SHOPS in some villages. It is not a common sight here in Italy to see such shops. I think the number of these shops in the whole of Italy are still less than what you would find in Berlin or Frankfurt (Germany) alone in the early ‘90s .
In those early school days I had in many occasions ‘curioused’ into some of them with my friend. She was the typical type that wanted to see everything. All strange things ,do strange things especially doing usual things at unusual places –Manheim –Düsseldorf boats, Frankfurt-Berlin flights, Koln cathedral, Heidelberg castle, night buses etc. I do not think hell fire is as close as they say or she would have paid and tried to see how it would feel experiencing ….….there . Too ‘strange’ for her youthful age. However, no regrets; God must have pardoned all since then, It don far well well and remember “..father pardon them for they do not know what they are doing….” better done then than now.

Last Thursday at this town on Appian road I was flagged down by the ‘Squadra mobile’ (anti crime police ) who claimed my speed makes me suspicious -135km per/hr instead of the maximum 80km/hr on that road which can be translated to minus 5 points on my licence . I denied their claims and rather claimed I was moving within limits. I was sure almost all anti crime squads may have all equipments in the world to fight criminals in their car but do not carry about simple court acceptable speed measuring instruments therefore there may not have a legally acceptable prove of my speed. They were almost right though..shhhhhhhsss. I was saved further embarrassments and arguments by an officer who arrived there and turned to be someone who worked with me once in an anti prostitution campaign (he was almost falling in love with a young Benin (teeneger) girl who was always giving him troubles during operations).

Sorry for living my SEXY SHOP story, but the short of it was that the scene of this show was opposite a nice Sex Shop and it brought back a lot of memories and questions. What type of people work in a sex shop? i.e their psyche ? Their physical constitution? I wonder if someone like me can last for two hours inside such a place without causing havoc to people or myself at least hahahah, probably it may have ‘the nudist beach effect’ on me. As a boy we ‘curioused’ to the nudist beach south of Ostia Lido (Rome) with Obi, Luca, Paolo etc, we were the only few that wore pants. I thought I would be embarrassed to hell by some enraged cobra under me …. But the opposite was the case: The embarrassment was the size of the frightened and embarrassed cobra… hahahaha
Do we have SEXY SHOPS in Nigeria?

ORA SOLARE

I wonder why I am always on duty all the days the time has to be changed, especially in October when it has to go an hour backward.
The one hour is unpaid because you sign off by 8am and the officer coming in the morning after an hour extra cool sleep signs in by 8 am also......... It is unfair..........a daylight or do I say a mid-night robbery.

JESUS & THIRST

"IF ANY MAN THIRST, LET HIM COME UNTO ME AND DRINK.."

----Jesus-----

I saw this writte behind the T-shirt oF someone this afternoon in the clinic. I wondered for long where it is written this way in the Holy book, but could'nt get anywhere. I sterted to think that I was making a mistake by crushing my head rushing through the scripture in such way since the Jesus being quoted may not be our Jesus Christ (Jeso kristi--in Igbo) afterall I have some friends and clients called Jesus.

When the T-shirt fellow turned, on his chest was written "...HEAVY DRINKER.." then I understood where he was coming from or do I say where he is heading to.....

BTW; where did Jesus Christ say something like this? Did he?

ARTISANAL OLIVE OIL PRODUCTION [by Chukwubike]

This is the Olive harvesting period in most Mediterranean areas Production of Extra vergin olive oil in such little cold water press factories replace the old family hand press that esisted.The oil is almost 100% cholesterol free.
The cakes 'wastes' from these cold water press productions are sent to bigger factories who then press them again and with other agents extract the very ones in our supermarkets labeled 'extra vergin olive oil'
Charles.

WITCHES..MOTHERS-IN-LAW & HOUSE HELPS

Someone may say I have been unfair, abused trust, or even infringed peoples privacy but I really was very curious.
In the recent period I have talked , debated, written with or even ‘spied’ on many Nigerian women, especially those overseas on some issues concerning their families and it is very curious their high levels of superstitious believes.

The ‘Christians’ (you know.. those who claimed to me they were in the dark for a long time) seem to be more superstitious.
One thing common in most of the ladies and two big questions I would like someone to assist me with answers are .

• Why are all the witches troubling their families  are either ‘housemaids’ or mother-in-laws?


• Why are  mothers not witches to their daughters but may chose to witch hunt their son’s families?


• There are a lot of other questions that may seem to be somehow banal or simple or banal , but I am still to understand them


• Why is it that the ‘NEW CHRISTIANS’ are highly hunted by witches and are very much afraid of them to the point that most prayer periods are focused on calling on other powers to fight the witches (mostly mother-in laws)’
  
• Can someone help ?

The River

The River A preacher was completing a temperance sermon: with great expression he said, "If I had all the beer in the world, I'd take it and throw it into the river." With even greater emphasis, he said, "And if I had all the wine in the world, I'd take it and throw it into the river." And then, finally, he said, "And if I had all the whiskey in the world, I'd take it and throw it into the river." He sat down. The song leader then stood very cautiously and announced with a pleasant smile, "For our closing song, let us sing Hymn #365: 'Shall We Gather At the River.'"

CAVOLFIORI....CAULIFLOWER ..AS A MEASURE

The Nigerian independence anniversary came and went ‘as usual’. This year I promised myself to add more dose to my ‘patriotism pack’, so I made sure I wasn’t at any Refugee identification camp therefore I travelled up Rome to stay near home and feast with my Muslim friends at Ramadan as we wait for the independence, a day after. I was also to attend the ‘STOP RAZZISMO’ demonstration in Rome city on the 4th October, so you can see I had all good reasons to pray not to be called up for any job far from the Eternal city - SPQR- for a week, not minding I needed the money than ever.

The independence was very much on my mind because of the increase dose of patriotism which I am trying out once more, therefore we planned to meet with some of the Nigerian kids that spent two weeks holiday with us in August; I continued with this mini project while some of my colleagues waited for the ‘usual’ annual invitation from the Embassy, ( I know how KINGDOMS function) so I cared less, however, I won the bet with my theories on Kingdoms. They got no invitations this year!!!; Some felt bad because they do not know how Kingdoms function. In my next post I will say more of what I have learnt from the italo_naija lots of this old but new KINGDOM in Rome.

As I drove to a shopping complex on the 30th September ,my new dose of patriotism was somehow pricked by some scene that I never imagined in Italy. Italy where I have seen more that 15.000 Nigerian prostitutes (hustlers they call themselves),where all known and unknown deviant cults in Nigeria are having growing proselytes, Italy with more Nigerian Pentecostal churches than in Nigeria herself, Italy that ever male Nigerian is regarded as a liar, ‘pusher’, trickster or a potential ‘underground junior Mafioso’; Italy also where the Nigeria community is regarded as the most schooled ; a paradox.

We may be everything and can be expected to be getting to other levels but I never had the bad sensation I had when I saw a group of Nigerians (young, handsome, healthy) boys calling on cars at the parking lot of that mall the way some “ALAYE BOYS” do in Lagos. They beckoned on me with the typical vulgar Nigerian hiss you only hear in Lagos, (the sort some old Fulanis use to recall errant cattle to the flock) with fake accompanying bowings and genuflections still typical of what you see among Eko ruffians and in some other regions of Nigeria. All these for an exchange of some coins or to return your trolley for the coin inside it. This was not a bad thing per se compared to other comportments of Nigerians here , I just couldn’t contain the exportation of this way of life which I suppose we can do without here. I was particularly angered because they were very nice looking youths …Nigerian future and hope…?

They woke me up from my sleep, infringed my dream and the little dose of patriotism I was administering to my ‘patriotism pack’ throughout this period.

They rushed on me and the following conversation ensued :
Boy Ciao
Me . how no?
Boy. You speak English?
Boy. You be Naija?
Me . before nko?
Boy . haaa omo naija miiii
Me you?
Boy. I be Yoruba
Boy I be igbo
Boy I be edo
Boy I be urobo
Boy I be edo
Me, OK ,me I be igbo.. Enugu state ..wawa man.
Boys laughs…. hahaha
Boy . I think don see you before . You be police ?
Me. Nooooo.
Boy. But I saw you working with the immigration police at the station?
Boy. Even me I remember I don see you the time they rescue us from water from Libya come Italy for Sicilian sea side You enter military vehicle that day.
Me. Yes na me . Every person wey dey work with police no be police. Police dey under ministry of Internal affair and no be only them dey there, and other international agencies handle refugee matters.
Boys. Ok bros we for say oooo!! Haa police people no be good people oo.
Me. But na them rescue you guys .
Boys. That one be true sha

A lot of their problems were discussed before I went to do my shopping. They were seven but two never cared to come close , they were busy hawking or begging for money which they exchanged with stockings, napkins etc.
When I came out two gently came to help me with my bags. One of them saw in the bag some cavolfiori ..(cauliflower). And this sparked another discussion on cross-cultural nutrition /food .
Boy. Ahh Oga you dey chop this thing?
Me . yes my brother you no like am?
Boy. Noooo. God no gree. That thing sabi smell oo. I no go even enter house wey them cook am.
Me. Na the same story. I had the same story when I came newly., now I even pay to eat it in the restaurant .
Boy. You mean you use your sweated money to order and eat this?
Me . yes. no be the same as to come buy am here and cook.
Boy. Bros na him be se you don stay too much for this oyinbo country , you don become one of them oo, no go home remain youooo.

Sincerely I couldn’t contain my laughter. I gave them my card and some addresses for assistance and left.
Meeting these 5 Nigerian (Libyan boys- name for those entering through the desert and sea) really deflected and altered my dreams of Nigeria and that my new dose of patriotism, but I must admit it was fun talking with them. Nigerians can be fun and sincere in telling you their mind if you are able to relax them quick in a communication.
Lets continue the dream.

Autobus per soli italiani

La missione punitiva è avvenuta venerdì a Varese
Marocchina 16enne picchiata da gruppo: «Si è seduta su bus in posto di italiani»
Secondo gli investigatori si tratta di un episodio di bullismo tra adolescenti e non di razzismo
VARESE - Il nome di Rosa Parks vi dice qualcosa? In Italia forse no, ma negli Stati Uniti tutti sanno chi era. Il 1° dicembre 1955 l'afro-americana Rosa Parks si rifiutò di alzarsi da un posto «riservato ai bianchi» su un autobus di Montgomery (Alabama). Fu la scintilla che diede il via alle manifestazioni antirazziste guidate da Martin Luther King. Ebbene, un episodio simile è avvenuto venerdì scorso (ma si è saputo solo domenica) a Varese, anche se per gli investigatori non ha una connotazione razzista.
POSTO NON SUO - Una ragazza marocchina di 16 anni è stata picchiata in un raid da alcuni suoi coetanei, almeno sette. Il gruppo voleva «punirla» in quanto giovedì si era seduta su un autobus in un posto «non suo in quanto non italiana». L'episodio è stata denunciato dal padre della ragazza ai carabinieri, i quali hanno denunciato a piede libero con l'accusa di lesioni una delle presunte ragazze del gruppo, una 15enne che vive nel Varesotto. Al momento non vi è contestazione di aggravanti come le finalità di discriminazione razziale, perché in ambiente investigativo si tende a ritenere la violenza un episodio di bullismo fra adolescenti. La vittima, aggredita vicino alla stazione ferroviaria di Varese, è stata soccorsa dai volontari dei City Angels che operano nella zona ed è quindi stata portata al pronto soccorso per diverse contusioni. Il gruppo l'ha circondata per strada e pare che a picchiarla più pesantemente sia stata proprio una delle ragazze.
12 ottobre 2008
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