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|EW - Max's Quarters
|Jonavan drops by to say goodbye and Hope ends up with her first pet
|PG18 - Language
Early evening finds the beast caverns emptying of stablehands and beastherders alike with just a few still lingering about here and there as they make plans to pay the Weyr's bar a visit. Friendly banter goes back and forth with a lanky man bragging on his talent at the card tables while another disputes it with a snort. The beast manager isn't however a part of any of it, and in fact, is nowhere to be seen. His bulky second leaning up against the doorway that leads into his office from where childish chatter interspersed with a deeper male voice drifts out onto the air, might lend hint as to where he can be found. "No, bad Chuckles," Hope can be heard to be saying and then demanding firmly, "Share cookie!"
Jonavan comes striding down the passage while others are leaving, heading straight for where he expects the beast manager to be. "Wayne," Jonavan he greets with a friendly clap to the big man's shoulder whether he likes it or not. It suits the healer's mood to at least pretend that they're better friends than they are. He doesn't ask permission, just strides right in with a call, "Where are you, you little bugger?" He means Hope but it could apply to both.
Being as how Waine is currently engaged in teasing the two turn old with a napkin full of fresh baked cookies, he misses Jonavan's approach and so whirls with a start for that clap to shoulder, spilling the cookies all over the floor of the office. "Now she's going to get them all," the big second laments, heaving a deep sigh for added effect. Hope of course has fallen on those dropped cookies like they're gold being dropped from the skies. That is until she hears Jonavan's voice and with a squeal of delight darts passed Waine's legs and wraps herself about the healer's, cookies clutched to her little chest, "Bastard!!" Beeeam. As for Max? There's little more than a snort of laughter that sounds from somewhere deeper in his office, "Told ya she'd get 'em out of you one way or the other." That's for Waine. "Less of the little," he quips in return to Jonavan even although he's quite aware the healer's last had been intended for his daughter.
"That's my girl," Jonavan says with complete satisfaction as he causes Waine to drop to cookies and Hope goes for them faster than a Southern feline after its prey. When she attacks his legs with her cookie-crumbed hands, the healer tries to disentangle her small arms only so he can pick her up and dangle over her shoulder, slinging her about. "Oh, I've got other words for you," he calls back to Max, grinning as he steps further in. "Ones you don't want me teaching the kid here."
Hope is easily pried from about Jonavan's legs however, she still manages to hold onto those cookies, giggling and squeaking as she's tossed about like a little boat in a rough storm. And then one of her precious treasures slips free and bounces to the ground and she's struggling and pummelling at the healer's back with one fist to be set free to go after it, "Coookie run awaaay!" Waine of course, the big child he can be at times, darts after the cookie rolling its way to freedom. From where he's seated on his mattress involved in the completely 'domestic' task of putting a high shine to dress boots, Max glances up and sends a grin back to Jonavan, "Handsome, charming, reliable, best mate…shall I go on?" Those apparently the words relating to himself that the healer was going to use right? Mmhm.
"You still got some, haven't you?" Still, Jonavan sets the toddler down, giving her the gentlest of smacks on her bum as he sics her on Waine. "Go get 'im. Bite him round the ankles." The grin he turns first on Waine and then on Max is mischievous, wicked in its good humour. The healer has noticeably cleaned himself up in recent days, with his head of curling hair practically shaved clean off. No stubble darkens his jaw, either. Everything about the man is crisp, sharp. "Yeah, you really don't want me to be teaching Hope words like those," Jonavan agrees with an open smirk. "Who knows who she'll use 'em on."
Swaying a little as she's set on her feet, Hope solemnly holds outs her bundle of cookies to Jonavan, "Bastard have one. Jus' one," she adds with all the firmness a toddler can muster and then if he takes her crumbly burden off her she's after Waine as fast as her little legs can carry her. "Hope bitechoooo," she calls out merrily, apparently taking the healer at his word as she toddles off down the aisle. A dark brow lifts as Max takes his usually snarky friend's appearance and demeanour in, "There a Gather somewhere abouts I don't know of?" And then the man's latter comment drops in and his gaze narrows as he growls, "Not if I can shardin' help it." Uh oh, potential future suitors beware.
Just as solemnly, Jonavan selects one of the less crumbled cookies that Hope offers, not caring in the slightest that it's been on the floor. He pops it in his mouth while watching the little girl take off after Waine, then turns back to Max and pulls up a chair. "Don't you like? I'm beating the caverns girls off with a stick." It might've been true if Jonavan wasn't notorious for his nastiness. He just smirks further at Max's reaction, though his words are in another vein. "You'n me both, bud."
Amusement deepens when Jonavan goes so far as to take Hope up on her offer to have a cookie. "Brave man," the boot Max is busy with is given a final sweep of cloth and then set down. Taking the other up and lathering it with polish a snort is uttered. "More like beatin' 'em with a stick," Max counters twisting Jonavan's words about on him, "Hear there's those that even like it," a wicked edge cast into the smirk. Hands still in their task of brushing the polish into the boot and the young crimelord casts a long look in the direction where Waine's yelp of pain followed by Hope's squeal of delight can be heard. Dark eyes swing back to Jonavan, Max's expression cast about a sober line, "Been thinkin'…if anythin' should happen to me," given his line of work, "she's gonna need a stand-in Pa…." the question is there though he's unsure of how to ask it of his friend.
"Can't be anything worse that what comes through the infirmary every day. I'm not dead yet." Though Jonavan's hands aren't disinfected like they would be when dealing with anyone ill. "That's what I said, wasn't it?" His grin shows that he heard the difference alright, though, and then the grin turns to a dark chuckle as Waine's yelp reaches his ears. He sobers up quickly, though. "Nothing's going to happen to you," Jonavan says firmly, rocking forward in his chair to fit Max with a hard stare. "Nothing. You get yourself in a stupid scrape and I'm there, you hear? Don't tell me first and I'll kill you myself." He rests his elbows on his knees, not immediately leaning back. "Don't you worry about Hope, neither." The question doesn't have to be asked.
"You eat stuff that comes through the infirmary?" Max quips back, laughter in his tone, "You're some kinda sick freak, you are." Of course he knows what Jonavan had meant but this is more fun. To his mind anyway. Low laughter then spills with Waine's yelp and he calls encouragement, "That's it love, you show Waine who the boss is." In reply to which comes a colourful curse from his second damning certain parts of his anatomy to Between and back.
All jest and humour falls off in light of the more serious topic he'd brought up and Max studiously applies his attention to the boot he's polishing rather than meet his friend's gaze. "You don't know that," he counters gruffly to something befalling him, "Ain't exactly a weaver now am I?" It not being often that he'll touch on his more nefarious role in the south, let alone the risks involved and then he slowly lifts his gaze, meeting the healer's dead on and a faint smirk fits into place, "Gotta catch me first," he remarks to Jonavan killing him himself. Long, searching the look turns and then a nod of head is given with a small smile twitching one corner of his mouth, "Thanks, mate." Genuine gratitude cast into his tone.
Jonavan doesn't bother setting Max straight, just rolls his eyes instead. "That'a girl!" He joins in Max in cheering Hope on, sharing a smirk with Max for Waine's response. "She's a terror," he says approvingly. No wonder he's fond of the child. The healer picks at his short, trimmed nails, tearing an edge that had caught earlier. It keeps him from meeting Max's gaze fully, though his gaze briefly travels up to meet Max's. "Don't worry about it," he says again, gruff.
"That she is," Max gives with a completely unapologetic grin and then back to polishing that boot he goes an awkward silence forming for the answer given to the unasked question. The only sound in his quarters the soft sound of bristles moving back and forth across black leather. The brush is set aside and the polishing rag taken up. "You'll be sure she don't hook up with the likes of us, aye?" trying to inject humour into the situation.
"Anyone she hooks up with has to pass my inspection and I don't like anyone, so she's safe. Don't worry your pretty little head about it." Jonavan sits back with his tease, relaxing out of the more serious moment just past. "So, you gonna drink with me or what?"
Laughter, laced with a slightly tense edge spills briefly. "Aye, s'why I chose you," Max returns an odd note of warmth slipping into his tone and then gone just as quickly for it wouldn't do to show just how much Jonavan's agreement means to him. Drinking, now that's a far easier topic, "Does a dragon shit Between?" grin. "Above ya head," he directs the healer to where a bottle of whiskey can be located. From the aisle, the sound of a chicken clucking madly can be heard along with Hope's high pitched voice crooning, "Hope not hurchoooo. Heeere, liddle avyan. Come to Hooope." A squawk is followed by the thud of a small body that might suggest the toddler had launched herself at the avian and…missed. "Bad, avyan!! Come here!" cue the muted stamp of foot to go with that.
"I hope so," Jonavan says dryly. "I'm sure not going to shovel any of that shit." He stands to retrieve the whisky as directed, not bothering with glasses since he doesn't see any. Or perhaps he's just not in the mood to drink like civilised people do. Either way, looks like they're going to be drinking from the bottle; the plug comes out with a satisfying pop. He takes the first slug from it, then glances towards the door, eyebrows quirking upwards. "Chicken for dinner?"
Jonavan's return draws a smirk into place, "Then you can thank Faranth you're likely too old to impress." For hatchling dragons indeed do not defecate Between and therefore its up to their bonded to quite literally, do the dirty work. The antics going on just outside of his quarters have Max putting a crooked grin onto the healer, "Waine told her that if she caught a chicken she could have them cookies." The one's that Jonavan has now been put in care of. "Should keep her busy a while." He has glasses, somewhere, though its clearly not important enough to him to have told Jonavan where to find them, he being equally at ease with drinking straight from the bottle. The second boot done with its set aside and the polishing rag is used to wipe any excess from his hands, "So you gonna tell me why you're all gussied up? Surely its not just to visit me, is it?" teasing.
"Get me to Stand? I'd like to see them try." Jonavan snorts his derision. "Thank fuck no one ever tried when I was still a kid, I mighta been stupid enough to give it a go." He passes the bottle over. "How come you never..?" Not having discussed riding before with Max but knowing his origins, the question comes out casually. "All for you," he answers with an open, easy smirk. "Don't act so surprised."
With Jonavan looking set to continue the conversation about dragons and being searched, Max goes still, his expression smoothing into a carefully bland mask and then a brow lifts, "How come I never what?" Deliberately acting dumb. As the bottle is offered in his direction, Max pushes to his feet and crosses the distance, a hand placed dramatically to his chest for the healer's last, "Be still my beatin' heart."
"You know." Jonavan isn't going to allow Max to wriggle off the hook that easily. "Got yourself a dragon and ordered everyone around from above rather than from here down below." He takes the bottle back, and just in case he still isn't clear enough, adds, "Below being your crime underbelly." Max may not have ever directly announced his rise in the crime world, but Jonavan's no fool. He puts the lip of the bottle to his mouth.
"And how's that better'n down here on the ground, huh? It ain't all about dragons," Max returns a little more heatedly than intended and then pauses fitting Jonavan with a narrowed look as he speaks to his title in the crime world. "So you figured it out." Not a question, a statement. "Reckoned it were only a matter of time before you did." And now his hand reaches for that bottle the healer sets to his lips. "You plannin' on sharin' or do I have to get Hope in here to do some 'splainin'?" And still, he's dodged the question put to him.
"Hey," Jonavan says, putting up his hands, "preaching to the crowd, here. I just didn't come from a Weyr like you did where I assume that's not the majority opinion." He stares back at Max with that infuriating smile of his. "And you're still choosing to live in one." He takes another pull from the bottle, easy manner unchanged. He's dismissive when responding to the question put to him about his big mouth flapping. "Nah, I know you." Or at least he thinks he does. "You're alright." He gives this to Max, along with the drink.
Max gives a frustrated shake of head when Jonavan concedes his point, "Sorry mate, like you say, growin' up in a Weyr," not to mention the son of a weyrsecond, "it was…the expected thing. Then again, I ain't never really been one for livin' up to the expectations of others. Gives 'em the upper hand, don't it?" heavily cynical. The bottle handed into his care, the young crimelord knocks a healthy swallow back and then can't help the chuckle that rises, "You ain't so bad yourself, healer. Which reminds me, we got a fight planned in two sevens time and I was wonderin' if you wouldn't maybe mind to take a look at Nikro's Pa. His leg ain't healin' up the way it should be by now."
Atypically for Jonavan, who needs to know everything, the healer doesn't pry any further, just nods a quick comprehension for the difficulties of stepping outside the mold. He kicks out his legs, falling further into his slump. The healer doesn't immediately answer Max's request, glancing away and towards the door. "Can't. I got somewhere to be." He looks back to Max, expression tightening towards closure. "Better if you get someone else to start looking at your guys, actually."
Gratitude makes a brief appearance when Jonavan leaves him to his dark secrets and failures with Max rounding the desk and settling into his own chair. The healer turning down his request draws a brow upward but the crimelord first takes another swig from the bottle and he holds it back out to the man before giving any type of verbal response. Frowning: "They startin' to ask questions up at the infirmary?" This his guess as to why the man is suggesting he find someone else to help patch up his fighters.
"Naw, it's alright there. I'm smarter than them all anyway." Jonavan assures Max that there's no trouble with his unfailing arrogance. "Just, like I said, I got somewhere else to be. If you really need me, emergency or something, your Ma knows how to reach me. And," He lifts a finger to make a point, shaking it at Max. "Wild whers couldn't keep me away from Tillek." He settles into the bottle, taking several swigs before passing it back.
Max's expression starts to lose some of the tight concern that had started winding into place but tightens right back up again as the significance of Jonavan's words sink in. Silent as the other man drinks and then hands the bottle over again. "You're leavin'?" he guesses, "What the fuck for?" surprised, confounded even, merely giving a nod of head to the healer's promise to be present at the upcoming fights in Tillek for the answer to his questions is of more importance to him right now.
In between the shuttling of the bottle back and forth, Jonavan gets in his response in a laid-back manner. "Gotta take my exams." A gesture indicates the haircut, the shave. "They'll decide what happens next." He doesn't say that requests carry weight within his Hall, and that he has no intention of requesting to return to Eastern.
Exams? Doesn't Max feel like quite the prize fool now. Exhibited in the faintly sheepish look he sends to Jonavan. "To make Master, aye?" expression relaxing and casting an idle glance of amusement out to where it sounds like Waine has now relented and joined in the chase to help Hope catch a chicken, muttering under his breath, "Big softie." Back to Jonavan, "So how long they gonna keep you chained up in there?" Because to him being cooped up all day pouring over musty old hides would be tantamount to sending him to the mines.
Max receives affirmation via a short nod. "She'll sleep well tonight," the healer remarks of Hope, expression clearing of all but amusement. Then he shrugs, seemingly unconcerned. "Eh, dunno," Jonavan answers Max, deliberately vague. Jonavan's excellent with his poker face, so it's no surprise that he's able to carry off the lie without much sign to give suspicion. "There's a practical element, and a written element, and orals. Different for everyone."
"Ma'll be pleased," Max returns the fond smile of a parent in place, "She's gonna miss you somethin' fierce you know." Hope that is but he doesn't make it clear to whom it is he's referring. Seeming to have lost interest in the bottle he leaves it now in Jonavan's care, "You got no idea when you'll be comin' back then?" An element of melancholy touching into tone and expression both, at the thought of the man he'd come to call friend and entrust his daughter into his care, no longer being a daily part of his life. "Eh, I give you a few sevens and you'll be itchin' to put punch drunk eejits back together again. 'Sides, you'll miss me too much." Grin.
Max's remark isn't hard to interpret. "I know." The way Jonavan says it speaks volumes for his own affection for the little girl though he doesn't put it to words. He does, however, stake a claim. "Your Ma already said I get her summers, though." A shrug is all the answer Jonavan gives for the question on coming back, and for the moment he's glad to have the whisky bottle. The way he hits it is indication enough of his own melancholy. "You're probably right," he admits, his own grin not as full as his friend's.
A brow goes up, "Ma said that?" This clearly being the first Max was hearing of the arrangement. "Wait…you said summers. That's more'n one," the man's a genius! Another small silence develops in which the young crimelord contemplates his friend, though he doesn't push on the matter but rather comments quietly, "Don't be a stranger, aye?"
Just then Hope with feathers stuck in her hair, comes careening into the office, small hands clasped about the struggling body of the indignant chicken. "Got it, got it!" she announces triumphantly. "No you didn't, I did," Waine interjects as he lumbers in on her heels. "Did not!" the toddler scowls back at the man and then dumps the chicken in Jonavan's lap, "P'esent for Bastard." Bestowing the chicken upon the poor healer as she then scoops up the cookies and sets Waine with a threatening glare, "Mine!"
Jonavan briefly looks stricken to get caught out in his half-truths, but it gives way to knowing guilt. "Won't," he promises when Max resumes, not needing to verify what the other man has worked out for himself. Leave it to Hope to break the mood. He bolts upright when she dumps the chicken, practically putting the situation back to the start as it squawks and starts running again. Hopefully Waine will be quick enough to get the door. "Don't eat those kiddo, you've got chicken-shit all over your hands." Not entirely true, but a more descriptive word than germs.
When Jonavan doesn't dispute having been caught out, the next question is simply put, "Why?" There is genuine concern and interest in that. Whatever else he might have had to add is tossed aside when Hope comes barging in and presents the healer with her chicken, laughter rolling out as the man jumps to his feet. "Aw go on, mate. You shoulda held on to it. Taken it back with you and made a pet out of it." With Jonavan addressing Hope, Max settles back in his chair and reaches for the bottle, showing amusement for the episode externally while internally he gnaws on the unexpected announcement of his friend's imminent departure.
As for the two turn old she scowls up at the healer for having released her 'prize' and then her lower lip quivers and dark eyes swim threateningly with liquid when she realizes she's about to be denied her reward of cookies. "Hope catch Chicken Shit," apparently the fowl now has a name, "Hope want cookies," forlornly and somewhat stubbornly stated. Waine in the meantime was quick enough to shut the office door before said chicken could escape, effectively trapping the creature in the office with them all, except that in a panicked leap and a flurry of feathers, its now perching atop the beast manager's wardrobe.
Jonavan doesn't have to answer thanks to one panicked chicken. He dusts off the few downy feathers that have landed on his clothes, standing but not making a move to go after the fowl. "Thought this was dinner," he shoots back dryly to Max, out of all the things he could say. Even Jonavan's hard heart doesn't make him immune to the little girl, particularly on the eve of his departure, and he moves to swoop her up before the threat of tears can be realised. Hope's reward is delayed rather than denied as the healer amends, "After you wash your hands."
"Meals on the run?" Max quips right back, amusement high, "I could always bag it for you," eyeing the ruffled chicken perched on his wardrobe, "You know, a sort of do-it-yourself take-away?" So helpful isn't he? Swept up into Jonavan's arms, Hope's lip quivering ceases and still a little watery-eyed the healer is put under solemn study when he amends his earlier statement. "P'omise?" Waine in the meantime, is trying to sneak up on the chicken, a discarded shirt of his boss' in hand to throw over the fowl if possible.
"Cheers," Jonavan throws back sarcastically. "Would I lie?" he asks the child with big eyes and a serious expression. A subtle change occurs when he glances towards Max, anticipating another wry comment, and he soon changes it to, "Would I lie to you?" With the kid at his shoulder, Jonavan heads for Max's wash basin and water pitcher. There, he helps Hope wash her hands with soap and water, and under the healer's shrewd eye she does a very thorough job of it indeed.
Max's mouth opens, wry comment at the ready and then Jonavan takes the wind out of his sails by amending his question. Hands thoroughly washed Hope holds them up and wriggling her fingers in a complete turnaround, beams, "Hope have cookies now." She then suddenly lunges toward the healer little arms wrapping about his neck if he allows and plants a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek. "Fank ku, Bastard," is lisped out softly and then she's wriggling to be let down and be allowed at those cookies. Cookies which are likely to spoil her appetite for dinner but then…that would be Indira's problem, now wouldn't it? In the meantime, amidst much squawking and a few more feathers lost, Waine has managed to capture Chicken Shit with the bird firmly wrapped in his boss' shirt and tucked under one arm heads out the office to set it free. Or so we would all like to believe.
"All yours," Jonavan agrees as he sets Hope down to go attack the cookies and whatever else she can get her hands on. The child's hug and kiss bring a smile to the man's face, softening his stern features. "Anytime, you little monster." He ruffles the hair on Hope's head before she darts off. Returning to the chair facing Max, he sits back down a bit heavily. "She's too cute for her own good," he voices a complaint.
At the edge of the table where the cookies had been deposited, Hope is busily sorting them into four piles. In childish singsong tomes: "One for Bastard, one for S'hole, one for Chuckles, one for…" the dark head of curls whips round and she pins Jonavan with a brilliant grin, "Li'l Monster." Yeah, she knows that was aimed at her and happily bears the title.
Leaned back in his chair, elbow propped to the wooden arm and stubbled chin resting against knuckles Max watches hard pressed to disguise the adoration that worms its way onto his expression. His gaze then flicks to Jonavan as he plonks back into his chair and a wry smile appears, "Which little finger do you reckon she's got you wrapped around, hmm?" Openly admitting his daughter quite clearly has himself wrapped around one of them and by inference agreeing with the healer's comment. Quiet as Hope finishes up sorting the cookies into piles, the crimelord's next is low spoken, "You'll do good by her." Open acceptance that somewhere down the line he might well meet his fate. "So," changing the subject as he straightens in his chair, "When do you leave?"
From somewhere down the aisle of the beast caverns comes Waine's voice raised in a gruff curse, followed by a surprised SQUAWK, a loud BLAM and then…total silence broken only by the heavy bootfalls of the big second heading back in the direction of Max's quarters.
"That's you," Jonavan confirms, grinning back at the child as he settles down again. He stacks one booted foot on top of the other, falling into a posture of repose that isn't even broken by the squawks outside and, later, the noise of what he suspects is the chicken meeting its maker. His grin is still in place as he eyes the beast manager. "The middle one," he wryly answers and lifts the finger in question for Max. His gaze goes to Hope again as he makes light of Max's further comment. "You so sure? She shares better than I do, sure didn't get that from me. I'd stuff all those cookies in my mouth and then steal yours."
He doesn't move when Max brings up his leaving date, but somehow loses a bit of his relaxation. "Tomorrow," the healer replies. "Better not to stretch it out. Don't want to turn it into a…thing." His hand waves in the air as if that describes it better.
Eyeing that middle finger that Jonavan lifts up, Max lets loose a laugh, "She's likely to teach you a thing or two 'bout sharin', mate. Ain't nothin' like that soul eatin' whore of a mother of…" And then his mouth snaps shut behind a tight expression one that is forced into a bland mask when Hope glances up, dark eyes wide with what looks to be fear. "Shit," the expletive falling low and flat from his lips followed by a heavy sigh as he palms a hand over his face and then stands to try and scoop his daughter up.
He's luckily saved from further sticking his boot in his mouth when Waine comes lumbering in with a small wooden crate with holes punched into the sides and plonks it on the desk before the healer. And there's no denying the scratching sounds coming from inside either. "Goin' away gift," he states a sly grin in place, "From Hope there." Yeah blame the kid why don't you. "Tomorrow?" Max queries with a lift of brow as he takes a step toward his daughter, "That's…" mighty sudden, but he doesn't say it and instead goes for, "That gives you this evenin' to find me another healer what I can trust for the warm-up fights down Landin' way."
Hope meanwhile, gathering a stack of the cookies up backs away from Max as he approaches, eyeing him with big solemn eyes, before whispering quietly, "Mama bad." – "She ain't here, love. Ain't never comin' back," the catch in the young crimelord's voice not hard to miss.
Jonavan's eyebrows raise as the beast manager starts to let loose about Hope's mother. To his credit, he doesn't ask. The tension released into the room dissipates thanks to the beast manager's second entering with the cooped-up chicken. The healer, it must be said, is not amused - or if he is, he doesn't show anything beyond a dark look at the large man. "Ain't taking your damn bird." Jonavan is under no illusion that it's from Waine thanks to Max's brilliant idea. And lest Max be left out, he gets a dirty look too.
"Why doesn't Hope take care of it for me, and then I can see it when I visit?" And so, like all terrible godfathers, Jonavan bequeaths the little girl her first pet. He smirks across at Max. "Me?" Him? Work? Effort? "Got you covered," he tacks on smoothly, watching Max reach for his daughter and the small exchange between them without another comment.
Waine merely laughs at the dirty look, moreso when Jonavan in turn bequeaths the fowl to Hope, knowing full well that either way, none of it was going to fall back on him. He hopes. Her godfather's offer however has the two turn old coming to life and struggling to get out of her father's arms a smile once again lighting her face. "Hope wuv Chicken Shit for Bastard," she states with all the solemnity a toddler can muster and then proceeds to gift him with a stack of cookies.
Deed done, Waine reaches for one of the stacks of cookies only to have the action halted by Hope slapping his hand and stating with imperious tone, "No! Chuckles say p'ease." She then proceeds to stare the big man down until he does as bidden.
As to Max in all this? He lifts a hand and rubs at the back of his neck chuckling wryly for the fowl he's now going to have to try and make sure doesn't end up in the Weyr's kitchens, "You're a right mate, you are." He might have had something more colourful to add but given those radar scanners his daughter has for ears, he refrains from doing so. As to the matter of having another healer on hand at the fights he narrows a look onto his friend, "Don't want Che involved in this. Already got enough trouble with that tanner husband of hers to be lookin' for more."
"You better. I will be seriously disappointed if when I come to visit she's…" Jonavan pauses for effect, then draws a line with his fingers across his throat. Then he reaches out for his cookie gift and, better behaved that Waine for once, says thank you without needing to be prompted first. It might be the first thank you to have left his mouth since coming to Eastern.
"You have to be sure to let Chicken Shit out to run around at least twice a day," he instructs Hope. Nothing's innocent with Jonavan, and this is no different because the next thing out of his mouth is, "And better do it in here, otherwise she might run away. Wouldn't want that." He munches his first cookie with gusto. "Wasn't thinking of her," he tells Max, a bit more serious. "She'd either have a fit or try to give them all sweets and you can't go soft on your guys. No, I know a guy at Landing."
Despite not fully understanding it, Hope is bright enough to figure out that the gesture coming from Jonavan does not bode well for Chicken Shit and as a result dark eyes flare wide as she looks between her father and the healer, momentarily forgetting that she'd put Waine under the 'death stare'. He who quickly makes off with the cookies and is out the door before a certain little ankle biter discovers the theft. Solemnly the toddler nods to the instruction given on the care of the fowl and affording it exercise, "Hope let Chicken Shit wun," pausing to glance up at Max who in turn is smothering a groan as he unfurls a middle finger for Jonavan's benefit, "in here." – "And," Max adds on to Fowl Care 101, "When you go up to visit with Bastard, you can take Chicken Shit with you. That way Bastard gets to say 'Howdy' and Chicken Shit won't miss you, aye?" Oh yeah, two can play that game.
On the matter of a healer for the fights and handing out candies, there comes a snicker, "She might not like the kinda candy the boys are after," smirk. More seriously though, "Thanks mate, I'll owe you one. So you're hikin' off tomorrow then? No big farewell party? Just…snap and you're outta here?" snorting softly, "Always knew you was a spoilsport." Jest used to cover the fact that he was going to miss the acerbic man.
Max's middle finger meets Jonavan's smirk as the healer certainly anticipated no less. He lets the matter of the chicken drop besides the light remark, "Maybe it'll meet a tragic end before that." He conceals the word 'death' behind ones that Hope shouldn't pick up. Jonavan leans forward and collects the whisky bottle again, raising it for the mention of a farewell party. This, apparently is it. "No big things," he reminds Max then, bringing the bottle to his lips. "Besides, who'd I invite? Besides your mum."
"Uhh…" that comment of Jonavan's stalls Max who dropping a look onto Hope who is now trying to feed the chicken bits of cookie through the holes in the crate while she croons unintelligible words at it, then shakes his head with a lopsided smile in place, "Naw, figure its end should be more natural like, aye?" Especially if it's end is going to mean tears and heartache for the toddler.
On the matter of farewells, shoulders lift and fall in a shrug, "There's me an' Hope here, Ma, Waine, Jaya, I bet even Che would attend if only to make sure you're really goin'," grinning and adding, "Plus the boys down Landin' way."
"Naw, I've already got my private party with your mum scheduled for later." Since Max didn't react to the quip the first time round, Jonavan digs in and makes it explicit. He shrugs off the rest and repeats an earlier statement. "Don't make a thing of it." He gives what's left in the whisky bottle a shake to see if Max wants any.
Aaand there's that middle finger again along with a mouthed 'fuck you' while Hope is otherwise engaged with Chicken Shit. Max does however let the matter go, having only been teasing to begin with. With a shake of head for wanting me of the whiskey, "Ain't much for writin' but…" the offer is there in what doesn't get said.
"Cat got your tongue?" Jonavan replies aloud with a wide smirk, goading his friend towards cursing in front of his child. It's only a matter of time before she can curse hard enough to make a sailor blush. He drinks when Max doesn't, but if he's looking to get hammered by himself tonight, he's not going to do it in front of another, so after that last swallow he sets the bottle down on the table and stoppers it. As for the offer, the healer replies, "And miss the opportunity to insult me colourfully?"
A smirk in mirror of the one sent him is all that greets Jonavan's goading query. "Naw, figured I'd let you win this one. Call it a partin' gift," grin. Low laughter falls, "Don't tempt me, mate. I got business up that way in a few sevens." Suggesting Max is likely to darken his friend's doorway while in the area.
While Hope might well have had her attention set to poking bits of cookie through the holes to Chicken Shit, she's picked up enough of the conversation between the two men to realize something's going on. Without invitation, she'll try climbing up into the healer's lap, and then settled on her knees facing him so as to insert herself square into his line of vision queries softly with large solemn eyes lifted to his face, "Bastard go 'way?"
Jonavan gives a nod shortly followed by, "Well, I'll be seeing you then. Show your heathen ass a bit of civilisation, then take you on a bender and make you lose your shirt." He makes the proposal with a grin that softens into a smile as Hope leaves her new pet alone and comes over. "Just for a little bit, love." His tone is deliberately light as he helps Hope up, but his rare use of the affectionate term springs up as a red flag, though the girl will likely miss it. In the end, he does lie to the child.
Max sets his friend with an amused look, "Mighty sure of yourself about that aren't you? Best you start savin'," for the bender. "Hope go benner too?" says the toddler looking quite, well, hopeful and then she sets a long and intent look on Jonavan before slowly nodding. "Jussa li'l bit," little hand closing palms toward each other with just the smallest gap of air left between them in indication thereof, the lie bough with all the trust of a child. Then if possible, she'll fling her arms about the healer's neck and plant a kiss to his shaven cheek, "Bye Bastard," before scrambling off his lap to try and open the lid of the crate to get at Chicken Shit, "Bastard say bye Chicken Shit." Yeah, she wants him to kiss the bird.
"Don't worry - I'm about to win a bet that's been a long time coming." And though Jonavan's notoriously tightfisted regardless of whether he has marks to his name or not, for today at least he offers them freely. "All sorts of benders," he then tells Hope with a spot of glee to cover the trace of guilt when she buys his lie, dipping the child backwards till her head dangles towards the floor. It's when he pulls her back up that he gets his kiss; Jonavan studiously doesn't look at Hope's father as he gives her small back a pat. "Bye, Chicken Shit!" The healer gets to his feet after her, falsely cheerful as he follows the letter of her instructions but not the law - no way he's kissing a bird. Jonavan glances at Max, hand closing around the whisky bottle that he's apparently going to casually steal as he walks out. "See you round."
Curiosity enters Max's dark regard on a bet about to pay off but rather than pry as he normally would, he simply sends out a chuckle, "I'll be sure to wear my drinkin' hat." As for Hope there's a delighted squeal when she's tipped backward followed by a rich round of giggling. Once she's down on her own two and trying to pry that lid open she sends Jonavan a slightly narrowed look as he avoids the action but pulls through on the instruction. It doesn't last long however for soon he's getting to his feet and looking to be leaving.
As the healer stands so does the beast manager, hands shoving into pockets and a slight frown at play when he meets his friend's glance, sensing that there's a whole lot more to the man leaving than what he's telling. But again, he's not about to pry. Catching sight of his whisky bottle in Jonavan's hand, there appears a lopsided though melancholy smile and a genuinely spoken, "Take care, mate."
And then father and daughter watch the man leave. Hope, who has already said goodbye to so many in her young life already stands with her arms dangling at her sides and silent tears tracking down rosy cheeks as she whispers, "Bye Bastard," to his retreating back. Max swallows hard, watches Jonavan's departing form for a further moment or two longer and then brushes the tears from his daughter's cheeks with a thumb and a reassuring smile, "C'mon love, let's go show Amma your new friend, aye?" Chicken Shit meet Indira.
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Uncontrolled and Illegal (Galamsey) Mining Activities in Africa: An Increasing Threat to Water and Food Security›By Paul Mensah // Thursday, February 1, 2018
Mining at the Tarkwa Mine in Ghana. Photo via Wikimedia Commons.
Africa is endowed with numerous natural resources including gold, ore, copper, bauxite, manganese, and timber among others. Formal extractive companies do not offer much employment to local people, pushing them to find employment through illegal mining practices. The influx of small-scale and illegal miners, mostly Chinese to Africa, has worsened the illegal mining activities on the continent with migrant miners abusing mining laws and mining practices. Mining communities in Africa are experiencing numerous detrimental impacts environmentally, socially, and economically from mining. According to a report by Oxfam Australia, mining can negatively affect people by forcing them from their homes and farms and preventing them from accessing clean land and water.[2]MORE
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African countries, generally and historically speaking, have a track record of weak performance on all fronts of development. Many African countries are now poorer than they were at independence. The continent is often described in and associated with negative terms like conflict, corruption, poverty, and disease. Many are often referred to as 'failed' states. In response to the many development challenges facing the continent, international development partners, notably the World Bank, the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and the African Development Bank, have proffered several reforms on the continent. Programs such as economic liberalization, democratization, decentralization, and public sector reorganization have been implemented, yet overall, recent assessment reports (e.g. The World Bank and The African Development Bank) have recorded mixed results.MORE
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The role of political parties in a democracy is uncontested. Indeed, representative democracy cannot operate without political parties. Political parties are the instruments for the conduct of elections in a democracy. They serve as the mobilizing force for elections in a multi-party democracy. However, there is no doubt that the maintenance of effective political parties in between elections, and campaign financing during elections, are increasingly becoming expensive projects. Certainly, debate on political party financing, especially on campaign financing, has dominated the literature on multiparty elections with various propositions of ideal modes of practice. Dominant among these propositions are (1) state funding of political parties and (2) legal and constitutional reforms to regulate political party campaign financing.MORETopics: Southern Voices
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Corruption: A Menace to Africa's Efforts to Meet the Millennium Development Goals›By Paul Mensah // Monday, January 27, 2014
In September 2009, 189 heads of state gathered at the United Nations Headquarters in New York for the Millennium Summit. The Summit adopted the eight point Poverty Reduction Agenda, which later became known as the Millennium Development Goals (MDGs). The eight MDGs sought to encourage all countries to address human development challenges. The goals also conform to provisions in national constitutions in many of the countries that participated in the summit. The MDGs essentially seek to advance basic human rights, such as the right of every person to health, education, shelter and security as pledged in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and the UN Millennium Declaration. For example, Chapters 5 and 6 of the 1992 Ghana Constitution offer provisions that are in line with the MDGs, similar to those of many other countries. The MDGs have also been mainstreamed in country-specific development programs, exemplifying the widespread commitment to fulfill the MDGs.MORETopics: Southern Voices
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May 9, 2012 (LONDON) – The South Sudan Theatre Company (SSTC) has received glowing praise for their performances of Shakespeare's Cymbeline in London's historic Globe theatre.
As part of the Globe to Globe festival South Sudanese actors and production team travelled to London to perform the play in Juba Arabic, in the reconstructed home of Shakespearian theatre.
An international audience gave the South Sudanese a warm reception.
Giving it four out of five stars, the Guardian said of the performance, "The world's youngest nation seems delighted to be here and, played with this much heart, even Shakespeare's most rambling romance becomes irresistible."
Sudan Tribune spoke to the production's translator, Derik Uya Alfred, and director, Joseph Abuk, on Saturday.
Uya said they chose Cymbeline because of the parallels between its conflict between Britain and Rome, and the Sudanese civil war which ended in 2005, leading to the independence of South Sudan in 2011.
In Cymbeline a peace agreement is similarly reached and a process of mediation is carried.
With conflict between Juba and Khartoum flaring up once again, the play's content is all the more pertinent.
The production was executed by people from all over South Sudan. "The beauty of art is that it is not a simple thing which is segregated; art is a unifier," said Uya.
"We are people with a new vision. We have brought all of South Sudan before a mirror to smile at itself," he added.
The displacement and loss of life during Sudanese civil wars has affected the South Sudanese cultural identity, explained Uya, "a treasure has been thrown into the sea; not a sea that can allow recovery."
Some of the youth from the Diaspora have scant knowledge of the traditional songs and dances of their homeland. The engagement of all South Sudanese with these cultural practises is imperative in the process of fortifying a homogeneous sense of cultural identity in South Sudan and therefore, nation-building, he explained.
The SSTC performance incorporated traditional song and dance, which received a very positive reaction from the audience.
Despite Juba Arabic being incomprehensible for much of the audience, the strength of the actors performances made the course of the action and their emotional responses to it, clear. This was aided by screens displaying scene synopses.
There were points at which only the Arabic speaking part of the audience laughed, but for the most part, the audience was united
Abuk explained that the Globe was an appropriate venue for their performance "because we come from a society where when something happens, people crowd around it." The Globe a rebuild of the theatre in which Shakespeare staged his plays.
In Shakespeare's time the actors would have been contending with a far more raucous audience including thieves and prostitutes which would have drowned out many actors. However the SSTC's performance was robust and above all, entertaining. Brought back to its home after passing through the cultural filter of South Sudan, Cymbeline felt at once new and true.
At the Globe the majority of the audience is standing and can touch the stage. There is therefore a very strong sense of interaction between the performers and the audience, which the SSTC actors capitalised on, addressing audience members directly and in one case, upon hearing news of his wife's infidelity, holding hands with a member of the audience for consolation.
The audience included people from north and South Sudan; "it is very difficult to create enmity with art. If you like it, you clap for it," noted Abuk.
With regards to the public relations value of the successful performance, Abuk said that South Sudanese are often portrayed in the media as children with bloated stomachs and flies around their eyes, and that "today there were no flies."
As well as filling the South Sudanese audience members with pride, the performance created an invaluable buzz about South Sudan, which was acknowledged by the South Sudanese minister for culture, Cirino Hiteng Ofuho, who has now put theatre at the top of his agenda, said Abuk.
"If we can use art in nation-building, in no time we can conquer tribalism and corruption and create positive values," added Abuk, hopeful that the arts in general will be given greater credence in the political sphere.
Abuk mentioned South Sudanese musicians who are currently flying their country's flag abroad: Emmanuel Jal, Ruth Mathiang, Emmanuel Kembe, and Gordon Kong. He explained that although their music is contemporary, it still has a South Sudanese identity, borrowing from traditional rhythms and languages and "saying something good about South Sudan."
"We have been quiet for a long time. We will surprise the world," said Abuk.
Elizabeth Yol, who has lived in the UK for over two-decades after fleeing the civil war told Sudan Tribune immediately after the final performance that "words will never explain the way how I felt today. I really really feel that I have been represented."
She said it was the "first time for us as the Southern [Sudanese] to come to Great Britain" and express the new country's identity and culture.
The play was a "combination of the culture of the South, its all there […] I am so happy to have a country," she said.
Amal Ajang, another South Sudanese refugee who fled to the UK during the civil war said that watching the production had made her "feel free" for the first time.
"For the first time we can present something about our country, about our identity. Because all these years our identity has been suppressed; only the identity of the Arabs has been presented on the TV. So it is nice for the world to see some people from South Sudan," said Amal.
She said that the play depicted "our culture and our identity" and was a metaphor for South Sudan's "struggle" from oppression of Khartoum's governments for over half a century. "In the end after how many years, we have become a free nation."
Mohammed Ansari who works for the Arab League in London said that it was "really a very beautiful day. I felt that still we are one country I enjoyed it very much."
Mohammed who studied at the University of Juba, while it was based in Khartoum said that the actors were "very confident" and acted in a very professional way, especially interacting with the audience and making them feel "part of the action."
Additional reporting, Tom Law.
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The Co-Director of the South Sudan Theatre Company talks about bringing Cymbeline in Juba Arabic to the Globe to Globe Festival.


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Alright, I wasn't going to blog for awhile to give everyone a break from my voice, but I just have to do it. Check out this article on the Apple iPhone 5s Fooled By Fake Finger. Ok, so the finger print technology isn't quite there yet, but to say in the 3rd paragraph that "Biometrics is fundamentally a technology designed for oppression and control, not for securing everyday device access," is quite a leap into the anarchist void. [Quote is from Chaos Computer Club spokesman Frank Rieger.] I was looking forward to buying stuff with just a retinal scan instead of remembering my 1,497th password. What do you think? Biometrics will have some good uses, or it's just a tool of The Man, subjugating the oppressed masses?


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The Ritz is a unique quartet in that it is comprised of four vocal music teachers, each from a different school district. Tenor Jim Shisler, lead Doug Nichol, bari D.J. Hiner and bass Ben Ayling.
When the quartet won the Pioneer District Quartet Championship in 1984, The Ritz decided to enter all future BHS competitions. In Louisville, KY, in July of 1991, they became the international champions while representing the Johnny Appleseed District.
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King believes that this experience will enhance her students' skills in communication, leadership management, and conflict resolution. "Unity is a terrific place to practice building these skills. The town leadership has expressed an open eagerness to collaborate with students, who might have new ideas and energy to contribute to community projects," King added. This event also helped students gain a better understanding of how local government is run. "It was a great experience not only for the class but for me as a citizen to get involved with the community," said Andrew Slack '17 Wildlife Biology. "It was very informative and overall there was a very good turnout." He also added that getting the school involved in the community creates relevant opportunities for students to have experience working with town officials, and may be able to apply these opportunities to their future careers.
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- Fully intelligent
- High reliability and sensitivity
- Utilises standard low cost lithium battery technology, fully monitored
- Immediate transmission of alarm, fault and tamper
- Communication range with the translator or expander : 200 m (in open space) *
- Operating frequency range : 868.15 MHz - 869.85 MHz
- Modulation type : FSK
- Operating frequency channels : 7
- Radiated power : 5 dBm (3 mW) Typical
- Main battery ** : Type CR123A (3 Vdc) 5 years typical ***
- Secondary battery ** : Type CR2032A (3 Vdc) 2 months typical ***
- Dimensions : 110 mm x 65 mm (including adaptor wall base)
- Weight : 130 g (including adaptor wall base)
- Max tolerated humidity (no condensing) : 95% RH
- Operating temperature range : From -10°C to +55°C
* Ideal operating range: may vary consistently according to environmental conditions.
** When a low battery condition is indicated, both, main and secondary, batteries must be changed altogether.
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Sean Donahoe is finally releasing the new version of his wildly successful "drag & drop" page builder, ProfitBuilder 2.0 and it come out with outstanding quality according to their users. Sean and his team have been working for many months reconstructing the most popular landing page technique for WordPress, included 100s of new features, enhancements and even put together a funnel building system that delivers literally everything that online business owners and marketers demand for a more affordable price than those expensive monthly subscriptions applications.
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Profit builder is a page builder that was launched years ago. Right now, over 150,000 sites are using this soft to market their business. It has been utilized to build plenty of successful funnels that have sold millions of dollars in physical products, trainings and services. There are plenty of case studies of people who have applied it to charge $5,000 – $10,000 to build funnels for their clients. It Is well known as the number one "drag and drop" landing page and website builder for WordPress in the market.
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In these tough economic times many people are wondering, how does foreclosure work? It's actually not nearly as complicated as it all sounds, at least in most instances. The process can move along fairly quickly, too quickly for those that are about to lose their homes. In fact, when the bank files the paperwork, it may only be a couple of months in some cases. How does foreclosure work? Let's take a look at the basics of the process.
Falling behind:
When payments fall behind, often many months or even years, the bank begins the process. This is how foreclosure works, at least initially. The amount of time the home owner has varies quite a bit. Many banks have different lengths of time that they will allow home owners to fall behind. Generally speaking, there should be no real surprise if the process starts. The bank is obligated to attempt to work out a repayment plan. How does foreclosure work if the bank the bank didn't contact me to work out repayment? Well, it varies, but generally speaking, the papers sent each month asking for payment may fulfill the requirements of the law. You can stop the process and save your home.
How does foreclosure work when the bank decides it's time? The next step will be attorney contact. The bank will typically hire a lawyer to file paperwork with the county court. The lawyer will then contact the home owner and ask for full repayment. They can ask for only the arrears and late fees, or the entire principal amount. It really varies, so it can go either way. This is how foreclosure works.
Court dates:
Foreclosure does work through the court system. Generally speaking, there will be a default hearing at the county courthouse. The judge will view the facts of the case and make a decision. In most cases, the borrower can plead their case, and ask for additional times to raise the funds. This can actually be quite effective. Many judges will grant a small extension of time to allow the home owner a chance to raise the funds needed to save their home. How does foreclosure work if the homeowner doesn't show up to court? Sadly, this happens quite often. In these cased, the judge typically must find in favor of the bank. If more people knew they could still have a chance to keep their home, they would be more likely to show up. If you are facing this situation, and are wondering how to save your home, this is the first thing to look into. This is how foreclosure works.
The home owner's chance:
In court, the home owner has a chance to state their case. In most cases, if the home owner presents a plan to raise the funds the judge will grant them additional time. Home foreclosure works out in favor of the home owner in some cases. Many times you can buy additional time, and in some cases, save your home by proving that the bank wasn't willing to try and work out a repayment plan. If you are facing this, you really should make your case at court. You can save your home this way. This is how foreclosure works. It really does pay off to attend the court proceeding to try to save your home.
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Public auction:
Generally speaking, the county Sheriff will hold a public auction, in accordance the laws of the procedure. This is a key step in how foreclosure works, and it does happen every day. The auction must be made public. The Sheriff is typically required to inform the public of the sale. This is just a formality in most cases. Simply posting a piece of paper at the courthouse or Sheriff's office is generally sufficient. The idea behind this, is giving the home owner another chance to save their home. That typically doesn't happen, but on rare occasion it does. This is just another step when wondering, how does foreclosure work?
How does foreclosure work if there are no bidders? Well, the bank will pretty much always be there to place a bid. In most cases, the bank winds up getting the home back. It's actually fairly rare when this doesn't happen. This is how foreclosure works effectively and efficiently for the bank. Those interested in purchasing one of these properties have an opportunity to do so at the public auction. Those that want to know, how does foreclosure work during the sale of the home, can simply watch the procedure.
Eviction, if not completed by the home owner, can be carried out by the Sheriff's office. How does this part of foreclosure work? The Sheriff's office can and typically will remove the items from the home. This is one of the more grim ways of how foreclosure works. Personal possessions are generally left outside for a short period of time. If not picked up by the owner, they are disposed of. It seems harsh, but the new home owner should also have access to their home.
If you or someone you know is wondering, how does foreclosure work? You can help them out with the information. It's a grim reality that's facing more and more Americans all the time. The entire process can move along quite quickly.
If you are facing this situation, and are wondering, how does foreclosure work, and how can I stop it? You should know that there are some things you can do to save your home. Just showing up to the court proceeding is a great first step to take.


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We are swimming in the 2020 Gladstone MS Swimathon to join the fight against multiple sclerosis. We are raising funds to show our support and your donation will make an impact to change the lives of people living with MS.
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The eyes of the world are temporarily on Africa because George W. Bush is making his first trip (five days) there. The issues of HIV/AIDS, despotism, inhumanity and corruption on the continent are in the spotlight.
For me, an African-American, one of the most important recent trends related to Africa is the courage of a growing number of prominent blacks in the United States to publicly criticize African heads of state.
I am especially pleased that black organizations, such as the TransAfrica Forum and Howard University's Africa Action, have sent formal complaints to several African leaders, including Presidents Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe, Thabo Mbeki of South Africa, Olusegun Obasanjo of Nigeria and, of course, Charles Taylor of Liberia.
About the shift toward criticizing black Africans, Bill Fletcher Jr., president of TransAfrica, told the New York Times: "When the enemy was evil white people in South Africa, that was easy. But when the enemy becomes someone who looks like us, we're very skittish about taking that on. It's difficult to accept that a ruling class has emerged in Zimbabwe that is oppressing its own people, but you've got to face the reality. I felt like we had to speak out."
In a letter to Mugabe, Fletcher and others wrote: "We view the political repression under way in Zimbabwe as intolerable and in complete contradiction of the values and principles that were both the foundation of your liberation struggle and of our solidarity with that struggle."
Although most black-American Africa worshipers condemn this harsh criticism, ordinary Africans suffer from international neglect, repression, poverty and disease. They will benefit from this new stance. For the sake of ordinary Africans, black Americans, who can influence U.S. African policy, need to become realistic about conditions on the continent, face hard truths and take unapologetic action.
I have not been to sub-Saharan Africa since the mid-1970s, when I tried to fulfill a lifelong dream of reconnecting with the source of my beginning. (I had intended to go to Ethiopia last year but changed plans to co-author a play.) Never part of the politicized pan-African movement that captured the black imagination during the 1970s, I went to Africa solely for personal enrichment. My 18-month itinerary took me to Cameroon, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Gabon, Ghana, Liberia, Niger, Nigeria, Senegal, Sierra Leone and Zaire (today the Republic of Congo).
Culturally, socially and politically, I did not reconnect with Africa. When I returned to the United States, I was a disillusioned ex-pilgrim. I was appalled by most of what I witnessed _ the violence and hunger, the disease and suffering, the graft and selfishness, the ignorance and vanity. After Marxist thugs in Addis Ababa threatened to shoot my three companions and me for being "CIA operatives," I was back in Chicago five days later.
Like me, many other American blacks come away from Africa disappointed, some permanently alienated. In her 1981 book, The Heart of a Woman, poet and novelist Maya Angelou, for example, describes her ill-fated marriage to a South African freedom fighter.
She was drawn to him, as she was to the continent, by her own naivete and grand myths about the "Motherland" and tales of the nobility of its peoples. Angelou's final disillusionment with Africa is a powerful reminder that much of the real Africa is a place of oppression and pain. As I read her book, I sensed its subtext: American blacks and Africans have little, if anything, in common.
More vehemently than Angelou, another black, Washington Post journalist Keith Richburg, argues that American blacks and Africans have nothing in common. In his 1997 book Out of Africa: A Black Man Confronts Africa, chronicling his eyewitness accounts of horror, he shows his contempt for the genocidal Rwandans, Somalis, Ugandans, Ethiopians and others.
When American blacks accused Richburg of hating Africa and Africans, he said: "I don't hate Africa, and I don't hate Africans. . . . I hate the corruption. I hate the brutality. I hate the inhumanity. . . . I hate the kids who point guns in my face. I hate the big men who spirit away billions in the Swiss bank accounts. . . . I hate people who toss firebombs in the offices of the opposition newspapers. . . . I hate the way people can walk by the suffering."
As I write, the following headline appears on A1 of the New York Times: "Liberian Says U.S. Backs his Enemies: Taylor Vows Exile Will Be Brief Before a Return to Politics." Charles Taylor, a brute and a thug, is the last thing ordinary Liberians need in their lives. And, by the way, while President Bush is in the nation-building mood, Liberia should be next up. American blacks must support him on this one.


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Very exciting the latest edition of the local Today paper just came in the mail and there is an article about me on page 13! You can check out the article online, by clicking here.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Local resident chosen as one of the 'World Card Making Day' winners
Posted by STASIA SLOMA at 6:18 PM
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3 comments:
- Tracy said...
Congrats Stasia! Its nice to see you get the recognition you deserve! Thanks for all your creative inspiration!
- April 14, 2011 at 6:34 PM
- -Susan- said...
What happy news! Congratulations
- April 14, 2011 at 9:28 PM
- Linda H said...
Stasia, What a great ariticle! Congratulations.
- April 21, 2011 at 12:17 PM
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There are beautiful things in the world that we'll never see even if we exhaust seeking them in our lifetime. Many of the planet's tantalizing scenes are remote for ordinary people to reach; others are quite rare for a chance encounter. Some are small and their details need microscopes to see— others too big beyond the discernment of the human senses.
To me , the photo of Sylvie Vincedet of Montepellier, France of the Antelope Canyon on the Navajo Reservation in Page, Arizona qualifies as among the most outstanding sights that I have seen so far. I have a reason to pause and look.
The secluded passageway is revered by those who have seen it. With some light peering from the sky, the rocky place lures. Its enigmatic sandy red-brown ridges carved by time are simply awesome. I behold nature for its plain and unending surprises. (Photo Credit: AP/ Matt York)


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Making Disciples, Raising Up Saints & Transforming Communities for Christ
by Patricia Heinicke, Jr., Co-Chair, Commission on Intercultural Ministries, The Episcopal Diocese of Northern California In the next few months there will be at least three opportunities to experience, "It's More than Just Color," the anti-racism training developed and presented by the diocesan Commission on Intercultural Ministries. Such training is now required for all licensed ministries.Anyone in the diocese is welcomed to participate in any of the following anti-raci...
by Nancy Metzger, Chair, Concerts at All Saints', Sacramento All Saints Episcopal Church in Sacramento presents a Choral Evensong on Sunday, April 26th at 4:00 p.m., conducted by Scott Nelson. Immediately following the Evensong, organist Patricia Grimm will perform a 30 minute recital. A $10.00 donation is suggested for the recital.
by Amy Andrews, Senior Warden, All Saints', Redding All are invited to join us on Friday, February 27, 2015 at 7:00 p.m. for our Celebration of New Ministry, formally installing the Rev. Paul Blanch as Rector of All Saints' Episcopal Church in Redding.
by the Rev. Betsey Monnot, Co-Rector, All Saints', Sacramento All Saints' Memorial Episcopal Church in Sacramento will hold their Blue Christmas service on Sunday, December 21, 2014 at 4:00 p.m. What: Blue Christmas Service When: December 21st; 4:00 p.m.
by the Rev. Virginia McNeely, Deacon, All Saints', Sacramento The ability to hear is a sense. Our brains sift through what is coming to us as sound, and decides what we will hear.
by Amy Andrews, Senior Warden, All Saints', Redding The vestry of All Saints', Redding is delighted to announce the call of the Rev. Paul Frederick Blanch to be our next Rector. Father Paul is currently serving as the Rector of St George's in Schenectady, New York.
by the Rev. Lucretia Jevne, Episcopal Community Services (ECS) Board President and and Priest in Partnership at St. Brigid, Rio Vista Episcopal Community Services is pleased to announce that the following congregations and programs will receive a Ministry Development Grant.
by All Saints, Sacramento All Saints, Sacramento presents a Choral Evensong on Sunday, May 18, 2014 at 4:00 p.m. Immediately following the Evensong, guest organist John Karl Hirten will perform a recital on the 58 rank pipe organ at All Saints. When: Sunday, May 18th; 4:00 p.m.
by the Rev. Virginia McNeely How can a small church serve the poor and the homeless? Through small programs, of course!
A Capital Deanery Children's Event Children in grades 3 through 6 are invited to an afternoon of fun and fellowship at All Saints Episcopal Church, Sacramento as we explore the theme "Finding Joy in Lent!" There will be games, crafts, singing, snacks and more at this wonderful FREE event! Led by the Rev. Jenni Liem, Executive Director of Camp Noel Porter in Tahoe City, participants will experience a taste of summer camp all the while learning about the Holy Season of Lent.
by Sally Rooney, EfM Diocesan Coordinator On Friday, June 7, 2013, we will honor this year's graduates of our diocesan-sponsored Education for Ministry Program. The Celebration and Eucharist will be at 7:00 p.m. at Trinity Episcopal Cathedral with the Rt.
In the Saturday, February 11 edition of The Sacramento Bee, two of our congregations - All Saints', Sacramento and Our Saviour, Placerville - were highlighted in the article, "Sacramento Area Churches Participate in Evolution Weekend." This article is excerpted below. by Jennifer Garza As pastor of All Saints' Episcopal Church, the Rev. Betsey Monnot believes in both the word of God and the work of Darwin.
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This new clip for The Maze Runner made my hands sweaty, straight up. It's my favorite so far, perfectly capturing the emotions of the book. Following the clip is a great featurette with the author of the book, James Dashner, [...]Read more
More Goodness From THE GIVER Including TV Spots and More
The wait is almost over! Yesterday we brought you a great bunch of clips from The Giver and today we add a few TV spots, a music video sample featurette and finally, another great clip featuring Meryl Streep to the [...]Read more
6 New Clips From THE GIVER to Prep You For the Premiere
The premiere for the The Giver starring Brenton Thwaites and Jeff Bridges is this weekend and we have six new clips from the movie. They might be a touch spoilery if you haven't read the book, but waiting is [...]Read more
Some Comics Theories Shot Down, Others Not for MARVEL'S AGENTS OF SHIELD
We posted the Marvel's Agents of SHIELD Comic-Con panel already, but not too much was said about potential comics tie-ins for Season 2. Leave it to Brian Walton at the Nerdist to ask some particularly interesting questions about some potential [...]Read more
Comic-Con Panel Highlights for SUPERNATURAL, THE 100, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, and THE ORIGINALS
I loved the Supernatural panel at Comic-Con's Hall H this year, so when I saw that The CW had released a highlights featurette that's only two minutes long, I couldn't imagine how they could distill it down like that. And [...]Read more
New TV Spots and Red Carpet Interviews for THE FLASH
We at SciFi Mafia are fans of The CW's Arrow, even though they've avoided the super-powers angle in that series. We cover it because it's comics-based. We don't need to make such distinctions, though, when covering spinoff series The Flash, [...]Read more
See the Info-Full GRIMM Comic-Con Panel and New Season Art
Grimmsters rejoice! We have the full Grimm Comic-Con panel and the new Season 4 "key art" for your viewing pleasure! You can see the key art horizontal view above, and the vertical look at Season 4 Nick and crossbow below. [...]Read more
Newbies and Veterans Alike Will Love This SUPERNATURAL Catch-Up Featurette
Supernatural will be heading in to its tenth season in October with no indication that they'll be winding down any season soon. Yes, tenth. Congratulations to all involved in the series, and thank you from we fans. The series has [...]Read more
Meet the Tribute Zombies from THE WALKING DEAD Season 4
Have you ever seen a zombie on The Walking Dead and thought he or she looked vaguely familiar? We know that periodically people have made cameo appearances, including Anthrax guitarist Scott Ian and the FX master himself, Greg Nicotero. But what [...]Read more
GOTHAM Trailer, Comic-Con Panel and More
The more I see of Gotham, the more I can't wait for fall; there's going to be a lot for us to sink our teeth into. To get us ready, we have some great trailers, TV spots, and a featurette [...]Read more
See the Newest Villain of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Plus Wrap-Up of Phase 1 and Phase 2
Sorry kids, I was going to try to refrain from posting yet another Marvel thing today, but you simply have to see the Phase 1 and Phase 2 retrospective featurette. It is so good. Even if you can't make it [...]Read more
See the MARVEL'S AGENTS OF SHIELD Comic-Con Panel, Blooper Reel, and Season 1 DVD Details
It's a very Marvel kind of day today, it's just in the air, and I fully embrace it. To celebrate the live-action TV representation of Marvel that is Marvel's Agents of SHIELD, we have for your viewing pleasure the Comic-Con [...]Read more


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Preschool Playtime
Cesar Chavez Central Library
Tuesday, Aug. 27, 10:30 a.m.
Caregivers, bring your preschoolers every Tuesday from 10:30 to 11:30 a.m. Have lots of fun playing with friends new and old when we bring out different types of toys each week. Caregivers must stay with children.
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"I had no guidance, no program, and no plan. This has been five years in the making. I've taught over 1,000 classes, I've trained over 1,000 clients and I've lost over 10 stone in the process."
F1T was born out of owner and director Eoin Fehily's personal transformation. Weighing 23 stone at the age of 19, he took it upon himself to change his life for the better. With no education or guidance he began his weight loss journey, and is down 10 stone through sheer hard work and determination. Eoin has since dedicated his life to the health and fitness industry, gaining numerous exercise, nutritional, rehabilitation, and coaching qualifications in the process.
F1T was the next big step. Eoin has passed his expertise onto our trainers to ensure that our clients are getting the maximum benefit out of their time here. We have hundreds of major lifestyle transformations, scores of dedicated class goers and PT Clients that have overcome huge personal battles within our walls all in just over two years of business.
F1T is a community. We are a number of like-minded individuals dedicated to helping you to achieve your goals. All of our trainers practice what they preach, and are available to answer your questions, and provide motivation and support throughout your membership here. Many of us have undergone our own transformations under this roof and we genuinely know the ups and downs of changing your lifestyle for the better. Our ultimate goal is to help you achieve a long term, sustainable, and productive health and fitness regime, while also becoming part of a community where you feel right at home.
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I am so not surprised that Thomas "She Blinded Me with Science" Dolby is releasing new music via a global transmedia game set in a dystopian vision of the 1940s where the earth's magnetic fields have been reversed, the climate system is destroyed, and inhabitants survive by forming tribes and trading relics in a sea-going barter society that morphs with each player's moves. The guy built his first synthesizer when he was 18, from salvaged electronic components and mail order kits. When synth-pop v.1.0 went the way of the dodo, he headed for Silicon Valley to invent the Beatnik polyphonic ringtone engine that's embedded in three billion or so mobile phones. There's a pattern here.
I entered The Floating City yesterday and am piloting an anchor handling tug called the Albert Einstein with landing gear, headphones, some chemicals, a metal bird, and a trench coat in the cargo hold. I am very confused, but that's not Thomas Dolby's fault.