Sunday, 19 July 2020

Coronavirus streets in Manchester - XIII

Coming out of lockdown

This being the third Sunday of attending church by invitation was beginning to show our city for waking up from months of a lockdown. Having booked my ticket on the Eventbrite app yesterday, I set the alarm for 9:00 AM, just in case I was having a lie-in like I did yesterday.
On my way to church, I could not help but notice that a few luxury hotels that were heretofore closed due to the pandemic was receiving guests. One hotelier usually parks their Bentley Continental sedan at the entrance to the hotel, one could surmise they love to meet with their well-heeled guests and this time, it was a sign that they were back in business.
That early in the day, two busker trumpeters were already entertaining in front of the Arndale Shopping Centre, and though I heard on the radio that some churches were ringing their bells, that does not seem to have been given the consideration in Manchester.
Welcomed by name
As I arrived at church and got out my mobile phone to show the usher, he called me by name and ushered me in, whether by making an impression or his good memory, I was recognised and that itself was a warm welcome. Shame we cannot shake hands in greeting yet.
Finding a social distanced seat, the service soon started in the form that we have become used to, all sitting through it, no singing, silent communion with bread alone, collection by depositing in a common basket and prompt exits from the church with conversations preferred outside with adequate social distancing.
The service is usually done in an hour and the pleasant weather presents the opportunity for a long walk back. Again, I stopped at a Starbucks café for a café latte grande before taking a seat on the benches of St Peter’s Square between the Central Library and the tram stop, to make a call to Brian and watch the world go by.
Hibernation persists still
On my way back home, I walked down Oxford Road just out of curiosity to check if the hotels in the area were open for business too. From what I noticed, the reanimation of hotel accommodation would take some time as they try to reconfigure their businesses for a safe COVID-19 sensitive and compliant environment. One of the hotels that had been fully boarded up where months ago I walked right into a glass pane was open.
The other hotel that has had 3 changes of name in 5 years was all gated up, and since it changed hands just at the advent of the pandemic, I do wonder if the original prospect for its viability might have become a rather poor business proposition that a slight delay might have allowed the triggering of a force majeure preventing the completion of contracts. Who knows?
With the sun out though, many were in shorts and you would expect parks to be crowded and lest I forget, a few more restaurants, bars and cafes with outdoor seating are attracting some custom. I have not been convinced of any of this beyond shopping for essentials at the supermarket or getting medicines from a pharmacy and attending church. Everything else will have to wait, it is still dangerous out there and we need to be wise about it.

Saturday, 18 July 2020

Someone won to blogging

Blogging with ease

There are not many people I have been able to persuade to blog, many see it as difficult requiring some expertise or professionalism. I have always begged to differ because I believe everyone has a story and it is best told in that person’s voice.
Obviously, when it comes to celebrities, some have hired ghost-writers to help author their stories, unfortunately, I have not been persuaded of the voice of one using the writing prowess of another. It might well be a biography instead. There is a difference between reportage and personal witness.
Now, I am at a point of jubilation as there is no unction to frequency, but there is some commendation in constancy of a sort. I have not been the most regular writer of blogs, though I have attempted to write daily for a few months.
One win to the cause
Well, Brian, my boyfriend and fiancé took the challenge and started blogging a few months ago and I think he is quite a good writer and storyteller. His style and wordsmithing skills have set me up as a student once again and I am learning in the process.
There are times I have goaded him to write, but it must always be at his convenience and timing. In any case, he published a blog today making an acronym of my name for a blog title. The rest you can read there, for my part, I am just madly, deeply, crazily in love.
If it were not for this current pandemic, I am sure we would be writing a vastly different story.

Friday, 17 July 2020

Who is still listening to Boris Johnson?

I am shielding at home

It may surprise some that with the easing of the lockdown restrictions in England, I have of my own volition gone into self-imposed shielding. Besides attending church on Sunday in a properly socially distanced seating arrangement, I was out in our neighbourly courtyard for half a glass of wine the same evening and since then sequestered at home.
Obviously, I met a stranger, the Uber driver who brought over my catering order after a seemingly histrionic falling out with the Nigerian catering whose impeccable African timing was as infuriating as it left me seething, that I told her, we would do no more business together if she could not sort her customer service out. She might have been saved by the tastiness of the food also attested to by my Irish friend and the friend who recommended her.
It’s still dangerous out there
My Irish friend paid a visit to partake of the bountiful largesse that I feared I might not have enough space to put away. Even that visit left me partly terrified as he has been socially active in parks and at home, that my main extended contact with anyone has been him at my home. I cannot say I have been wise about this situation.
The more we learnt about the Coronavirus, the more one is certain that you don’t want it and the vaunted immune response after you survive it is no guarantee of the return to status quo ante of health or wellbeing. [GAVI: The Long-Term Health Effects of COVID-19]
Are you still listening?
Then after the parliamentary committee appearance of the Chief Scientific Officer, Sir Patrick Vallance yesterday with the clear indication that the government was following anything but the science, wisdom and knowledge are a defence in these uncertain times where governmental hubris far exceeds the ability to appreciate how COVID-19 unnecessarily and avoidably cut a swathe through our populations. A lockdown a week earlier could have saved a considerable number of lives. [City A.M.: Sir Patrick Vallance: UK coronavirus response has not achieved a good outcome]
Instead, at the Prime Minister’s Questions on Wednesday, Boris Johnson was in the full loss of his humanity, empathy, compassion, and awareness, with a tasteless joke on Calvin Klein briefs in what could only have been peak sociopathy. Proving the point, I have never deviated from that his life-threatening encounter with the Coronavirus has done nothing to mollify character or personality. He never had the capacity, a change of heart would hardly come with a heart or full organ transplant too. [Independent: Boris Johnson accused of lacking compassion for coronavirus victims after making 'Calvin Klein briefs' joke]
My lion games are tame
Today, he announced an extended timetable of easing lockdown restrictions and I have not bothered to check on the detail. I last watched television news over a month ago. Twitter and radio seep the news into my purview. My most pertinent question is, “Who in the UK is still listening to Boris Johnson for pandemic guidance or advice?” [BBC News: Coronavirus: Boris Johnson statement fact-checked]
You are a braver person than when it crossed my mind that I could tickle the tonsils of a wild lion with my head and come to no harm. Those scratching their itching noses with the gaping fangs of a recently killed black mamba are fidget spinning and in no danger. I scoff.

Thursday, 16 July 2020

Once again, whatever it takes

If I had the words to heal your pain,
I will speak and see it flee from you,
The furrows on your face fingers to train,
The light of your smile returning anew.
Lord make my fervent prayer come true,
That the way you feel may fade away,
As the happy feeling you once knew,
Leads you into the sun to dance and play.
Every moment you bring me great joy,
I am never going to give you or this up,
Together we would go through it boy,
Let me see that smile again my buttercup.
Until we meet up we just keep talking,
Of every little thing that makes us ache,
Into the life ahead we are not sleepwalking,
We have got a world out there to shake.
When you asked my hand in marriage,
I felt like I was living my sweetest dreams,
Your wings of love became my carriage,
Let’s go and catch some amazing dreams.


Blog - Whatever it takes
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Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Music is the portal to my happy garden

How could it not be there?

I found myself running ragged not around the house but in my head, a song tailed off in my head, not one I have heard in a while, but it reminded me of a very happy place. I think of smells, conditions and music that take me to a happy sense of warmth and ease.
It was a song by Prince, so I thought I would play it back from my music cache in the cloud, I could not understand how I could not find the artist or any album. How could it not be in my collection? That is how my head got racing, quite perturbed, it had to be somewhere, on a disk or USB key, but I was not ready to start a search for that.
Alright, on another day
I do remember years ago, I used to play the music back on my mobile phone, but this was my third or fourth phone since then. Surely, I must have transferred the music files too. As luck would have it, it was on my current phone.
Next, get the files to the cloud. Not that easy, the file management on my phone does not offer raw access to the data. I plug it into my laptop, the music shows up in Windows Media Player, but the album information tag is lost. Not tonight.
We’ll just let it play off the mobile phone speaker even though it does not offer the best sound. Another day to fight that battle of merging all my music in one place. Meanwhile, I have merged the prolific output of the 3 albums of Emancipation in a playlist of the same name in shuffle mode and my dreamy self goes back to Christmas 1996.
The happy place, again
It was a Christmas present from my then partner’s parents. I could say I love every song on the albums, but some just stand out in musicianship and lyrical prowess. Nothing like the screeching falsetto of my classmate in secondary who should have been unheard singing, Ain’t got no money.
The best compendium of Prince music is PrinceVault and everything you need to know about Emancipation is there. [PrinceVault: Emancipation]. My favourite remains the mystical and spiritual The Holy River. I could meditate on the lyrics, the music, the story on constant replay. The thought of being drowned in a holy river to be delivered to a new life is a rebirth I love. Music is definitely the portal to my happy garden.
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Tuesday, 14 July 2020

Brilliantly Remembering Inspiring Amorous Necking - VIII

A wordplay for effect

Early today, I thought about the past week, all that I wrote on falling in love. I would not know if anyone noticed a characteristic of the blog titles. When I started, I was not sure I would find enough inspiration to complete the task.
As it happened, I did get the words to carry the context of the blogs into the titles using BRIAN as an acronym. Words beginning with N to fit the context are not easy to come by, it is a good thing, this brainwave did not come to be as a countdown of 30 days to his birthday or worse, a count up to his youthful age.
We relive and believe
However, as we share messages in the morning and find time for one or more video calls later in the day until bedtime. We get to talk about many things and that is how I was proposed to on Saturday night. Everything on our minds now points to the next opportunity to meet up in Cape Town where indeed we would get married and begin charting the course of our new life together.
It goes without saying, that our memories are tinged with the moments we had together and the expectation of even better times ahead. It is exactly 6 months ago that we parted company in Johannesburg. Our thoughts are almost overwhelmed with feeling, but we must temper our anxiety with patience and constant reassurance. We are a beautiful work in progress and if no one can see the love, the smiles, the good, the story, well. I hope they can be happy for themselves if they cannot be happy for others.
We bear no ill; we are living our own lives and hope others can get to live freely in the beauty of their dreams coming true. So there.
The 7 days of falling in love with Brian

Monday, 13 July 2020

I'll be just fine

Getting to my happy place

Sometimes, caught in the solitude of being alone your mind drifts in search of something that makes everything feel good or right. There are no easy finds because it is much like the hopes of a fisherman who pushes his boat out to sea in the hope to land fishes in his net.
Then I realise I do not have to be so forlorn, as I look for my happy place. It is not a destination but a reckoning, I count my blessings. The wonderful happening to me, the good that has come to me, my appreciation of those who remember me, my friends of great consideration, and the man who in my thoughts always brings a smile to my face, warming my heart in this quest of love in which we have agreed to walk together.
Indeed, there are many blessings of the past to count, but the present is a continuous blessing of life, of hope, of love and of beauty. I can have the expectation that when I cast my net, I would catch a bountiful harvest of fish. I’m sailing back to the pier happy and laden with fat fish.
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