4 All Old Folks around the Globe Part 9 about a Fast Forward to the Past in order to get to the Future in Part 10

Something that happened a few days ago made me think of an old Saint in South African Politics; in a way it’s the story my old Blogging Buddy Cheech of Iowa once told about the Bishop who was asked to call the Bama a Saint.  Cheech, where RU?  Come in now and share your wisdom with all of us.

Well, it reminded me about old Saint Langenhoven and his story about donkeys.  I ran it in Facebook and it is a must read if you ever want to get to grips with Africa.

 ad it now:

 https://web.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=406410803174077&id=100014154821462&comment_id=406751016473389&notif_id=1526922310783607&notif_t=feedback_reaction_generic

Having had a career in Statistical Analysis I can tell you by reading the Headline of a Facebook Post what numbers of likely comments can be expected.

In this case getting two was a surprise, but I did expect at least one.

Part 10 is in preparation, in which we will get to Africa and I shall mention the name of Julius Malema in that.  Go ahead and Google that name; take some time on it and get yourself acquainted with a future President of South Africa, by the way highly likely to be renamed to become Azania in the not too distant future.

For the information of my regular WordPress readers, I am Part of the Half of FaceBook readers that are not Donkeys.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

4 All Old Folks around the Globe Part 8 about the mess the World was in as 1948 ended, and before that the mess we ended with in 1898.

Those of you that is old enough to know must speak out and say how to do it if we are ever going to meet the future in 2048 while we remain dead on course back to the past.

Here I sit today; my Vodacom Internet Connection is working smooth as silk, or butter; everything is fine but my Email is dead as a DODO.

I have lived long enough to have experienced the good and the bad; in fact I can handle both because I know the differences.  There is nothing any asshole can throw at me that I cannot handle and I shall do so with this one too.

If it is War they want War is what they will get.

For those living outside of Africa, I suggest you Google the name of a fellow called Julius Malema.  It is not just about the Land; this War is about Money Control.  The land story will be easy, Julius; it is the Money Control that you will have to destroy.

Julius, young Man, I have girthed my loins; my lances and spears have been sharpened and oiled.

Get ready, young lad; my first targets are nou PEP Stores followed by Velocity Trade and then I am going to expose the SA Financial Services Board [the FSB as they got named by the big Forces that are in control and tell the FSB what they must do].

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

4 All Old Folks around the Globe Part 7 on dates and times on the Journey of Life

I have written on Life as a Journey:

https://ikejakson.wordpress.com/2009/09/25/life-is-a-journey/

 on Cycles and Circles on time in History of our Journey:

https://ikejakson.wordpress.com/2009/04/06/cycles-andor-circles-in-the-affairs-of-nations-and-countries/

And last for today, have a final look at:

https://ikejakson.wordpress.com/2016/02/28/things-and-time-get-better-with-age/

So, really, when are we ever old enough to be classified as Old?  When our daughter was in her mid thirties she did not understand that I called that the adolescent period with Adulthood starting at 40 …

On her 39^th birthday I wrote:

https://ikejakson.wordpress.com/2013/05/30/a-look-at-age-39-on-the-journey-of-life/

…. and I left it at that but on her 40^th birthday I wrote her:

https://ikejakson.wordpress.com/2014/05/30/40-today/

to welcome her to adulthood to which she replied [and her reply told me she had made it and was quite safe then] well, she replied with a “it feels good this side of 40” and peaked early in life after that so that she is now strong, independent, self-reliant, and beautiful at 44.  She is a brick in the BHS though that has virtually collapsed in recent years and, I am sure of it, she will be one of the few that can really help to pull it out of the doldrums.

So, when are we going to be old then, some will ask.  My advice is that you get through your golden years from 50 to 60; at that point you are young and beautiful and all you need is to mature gracefully.

So we come to the end of the line … and I will close this off with that; with just more than two months to get to 78 I look around me and see older folks of 85 and some close to 90 but most of my compatriots have gone ahead and I know of not one who tried to resist their time and neither will I when mine comes around.

I have lived and loved it; most were days of joy but some were sorrows though very few of the latter.

Go well, my friends.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

4 All Old Folks around the Globe a short interlude as Part 7 about pumpkins, yams, soil potatoes and corn on the cob before Part 8 and what will follow on that.

Sunday, 06 May 2018

I can, and I am sure there are still many other Golden Oldies who remember when we planted and harvested our own food in the backyard.

We had yams year round; the pumpkins were left until the plants were all dead and gone and then we stored the pumpkins on the corrugated iron sheet roof or under the back awnings [pumpkin pie and sweet pumpkin year round, better food than in any Trump Castle or Tower] when the onions were left in the soil until the plants dried out and then hung up under the awning; how good was the corn, eaten raw straight from the stalk when young; enough to get dry to be stored with the onions and the pumpkin under the awning; so hard by then outside that you had to open them with the large meat cleaver, then boil them till soft before Mom would add the dark brown sugar by the cup full.  Oh, I can go on and on.

We never used fertilizers in the garden; all fruit and veggie roots and peels, dry leaves, weeds, and chicken and cow manure did that.  I don’t use any worm or insect sprays in my place or in my outside soil; when I asked my wife to leave my house I chucked all insecticides and sprays out with her.  Yes, I swat flies and mosquitoes inside my dwelling [and I am deadly with a swatter] but I don’t kill them outside the house, nor any garden worms, flies or garden ants outside; some little worms like my sweet potatoes [yams as some call them] but I don’t kill the little worm.  I cut the piece out where he sits and put the piece with the worm back into the soil.

You know what this World will be without worms and cockroaches?  You know what will happen to you without them?  What?  You wanna tell me you don’t like them?  I don’t understand you because they keep my place clean and don’t charge me one penny for doing it for me.

They are the creatures of God in whom I trust.  I am 78 years old any day now; no aches or pains, just the darn eye and that is why I cancelled my Hospital Plan after an ophthalmologist messed up the one because I allowed him to do it because the Hospital Plan paid him to do it.

I believe very little about modern Science; very, very little indeed and I don’t care whether you agree or not.  In God I trust and will do so until I die.

It’s getting later and it is now Sunday night.  The Lord is resting and I am going to bed now; tomorrow is the eighth day and we must get on with that in Part 8.

ke Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon