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Lin had to figure out things, because objects, issues and all sorts of things gave her mind ideas about the past within heritage. A moral code was however not modern when she was young, so she had to do wrong kind of acts, just because of it. And afterwards try to have ways to solve it.
But her shame and guilt was laid down in her personality from fishermen and sailors, as that was her mum´s ancestry. The compass on the sea might make you roam the waves as they roll into your blood, veins, muscles and sinews. Her ancestry was of seas and seas have an order and a rule and a law that wash the soil, the sand, the rock. Waving and weaving getting into you as the compass makes you roll on in a direction where something leads you. Moral?
You might think that all sailors lack moral, but that is not alltogether true. To stay poor winter after winter meant that Lin´s family had never been part of the slavetrade. The poverty that then ran in Lin´s blood gave her some kind of uplifted sense of being above something. And in Sweden the word ´something` means that moral issues has to be laid aside from the ego, letting moral work by itself. And as it did so Lin had no reason to be personal in just any way, nor was she private just because of things. But still, the problems began with family life.
Lin´s parents were not God´s best children, although they pressed their minds in all kinds of direction trying to bring up their kids. And they tried their best.
Lin´s mum was as honest as the cliff, because cliffs have no way to tell lies. That cliff was built on solid land, and built by the words from a Viking tradition. Land should by law be built. Man is man´s happiness. Better burden carry no one than knowledge.
The Viking´s line was spread into literature, laws, gossips and folkelore. Better burden had no one that the one who could see an enemy, and better knowledge to see a true friend. Lin had met both. And the knowledge from an enemy had to test one´s gut out to the last spot of the horizon. And that horizon could bend its skyline only, and only if, the rising sun of the horoscope gave room for a splendid code of acting. To act in accordance with one´s personality meant, sad to say, that the trust and faith in the road and journey meant that destiny brought Lin to go about and go everywhere, because of her sailor´s attitude. Her mum had for real laid down a conduct within Lin that brought her classmates to roar high with laughter. And to act silly and stupid within Viking tradition meant that you gave pleasure to the people because of joking. It made people feel at ease with Lin, and they lowered their shield of face to let their own honesty pay a tribute to whatever. Joking, yes, although the habit of joking also have its toll. Not being taken seriously meant that Lin´s Swedish kind of lonely heart made her be dumb-drifted when acting out of the shere blue. But, there is a but?
Being honest, silly and dumb can give you an aura of acting out of no reason at all. Still the joking spirit may make the wit comes round as a defence, according to Freud. And having loads of defences means in the end that this habit might protect you from doing wrong things. Act silly and you get closer to the intellect of defending your friends, because when you stand in the affair of others you can let their burden get its relief. Sense of humour then can have witty jokes about the Black Coffee, because Black is a colour that has to be brought round from the meaning of association. If your witty jokes makes the wrongdoers understand their own stupidity, then the jokes has got rid of the burden of guilt and shame. Cause everyone of us carry a burden of sins, and everyone of us has to lift the jokes to a level of imagination where ? the last to say it ? the prejudices are brought to heaven where the issues of stupidity melt and overflood the scapegoat of Jesus Christ. Such a sin that everyone have to get a good and deep laughter to rid the shame its own load and loathing Loath or load? Where is the choice?
But beware! Human understanding has no cost. It is free. It won´t pay your shoes. It has no taxes for no one. It does not sell what it has. The freedom of thought goes deep within wisdom ? and!
To bargain about prejudices might not always lead you into the path of human understanding.
Lin had a love for solidarity, at no cost. Lin had a love for understanding, at no cost. Lin had love for acting out the pressure of her soul and mind, and it gave her a gift of letting go of hate and mean thoughts. But at times we all have mean thoughts, ideas and issues. Stay back! Stay away! Get lost! Get rid of your arm if your arm reach for the knife. But? If your knife of languages has sharpen your mouth and tongue, then outspoken and straight migh mean that words somehow prove words.
Lin had piled up all her words from the chamber of the past and in that abyss of the remote historic places she brought up issues that were to be a gift to the people. To the people of all heritages, of all colours, of all walks of life, of all regions, states and contries? Jokes! No joking?
Lin had a pressure on her, as her parents wanted her to be forward and straight. This meant that she tried to escape discussions to not get involved in other people´s affairs. But one day!
Lin´s odd style brought her once to head over heels run into a debate in a lost and remote classroom. Head was lost. Heels had its own cost?
And by her stupidity she had to solve the problenm she had created. The teacher at that school forced her to stay off, not letting her into the discussion. Over and over Lin only had her honesty to solve the situation with. But lo! The debate took the wrong turn, and Lin was thought of to be a racist. Well that did hurt. The only way to solve the matter was to lose her face, letting her stay on crime´s side to take her guilt and shame on herself. Was she a criminal would you say?
If a racist can be proved to be guilty than under what law does the crime go?
The teacher had leading questions making Lin think that if she proved to be guilty they would give her a courtroom to solve the problem...no way! No way at all!
The teacher, a high-born ?creature? was so proud of her tolerance that she made room for issues at all levels, just because of the level of her democrazy...Crazy democrazy? Lin blew off her irony in several more ways than a dog could chew sixteen bones. The bone of contention were its own matter, its own issue, its own means and method. That´s about as far out West as the rest could go...Mrs teacher had an attitude of being above the sky, as the sky for her made marks on the horizon because of the British slavetrades. Now odd matter, hu?
The moral of Lin meant that obeying the rules of Britain it meant to her that she saw no other way out of the situation. Next she was forbidden to talk, forbidden to end her conversation, forbidden her own explanations. And in the end?
She sailed the ferry back home to Sweden, thinking she had to solve the problems she had run into. But there was the gravest problem,. The anti-racist had kept Lin outside the debates, which meant that rumours and gossip had been spread all over North Yorkshire.
From that attic on the moors was heard a female voice, kept closed in, not letting out the dark side of fear. Not letting out dark matters in the open meant that Lin had been forced to close her virtues into her own mind. And that is how her hate began. Not being a part of the classroom.
Yes she was white and came to face the eyes of all dark matters. Each and everyone of us is entitled to have a say, that is the best rules of freedom, although there might be exceptions.
If a classroom begins to operate outside the law, then the classroom can begin to find out who is guilty and who is not. The teacher refused to give Lin her justice and her right to go to court to be tried out. Not being tried means the proof is avoided, and as they are, it means that an anti-racist can begin to operate according to their own law. Now!
Lin went back home, took up her studies, went through everything over and over and came to one conclusion.
If justice has its own rule then it must be measured in accordance with a kind of authority. Whose authority? Whose law? A law must be tested and trained within democracy to prove its value. A moral code is nothing if it can´t be in accordance with the tradition of people´s wish.
Land should by law be written. The law Lin´s went home to search for was still there. Viking. Mideaval. Renaissance, Baroque. Classicism. Enlightment. Romanticism. Realism. Naturalism. Symbolism. The spread-out Modernism?.but Postmodernism? If the last era gave room and space for any and all issues without them being under a concern of moral conduct, then the means and methods of language had begun to fall apart. Everything about everything was out on run, and the slave trade withing utterances proved ? or did it? Utterances for each and everyone. It seemed to Lin that equality was once again for some only. Perhaps for those who could master their own tradition. And how many did?
Lin gazed towards sky. The horizon bent forward, up and down in some sweaping minutes, perhaps hours. Swept away was fear. Swept away was the debate. Swept away was the issues ? into modes of the last fashion. Lin said to herself that the problems of racism should not be under the label of colour, but rather ...The issue was not just a late fashion. It was the core of who we are at hearts, mind and soul. Talks about bodies proved nothing. Talks about gender proved null.
Talks about human value was its own law, beyond the hubbalongcherioodoo of modes of latest news. The latest news was to be get rid of, to get deeper into folklore and tradition.
As the music of Bob Dylan began giving Lin an echo, she heard the tone over and over. Someone had done wrong. Someone was to be a gossip. The Media was on the run. Where was the facts of hard core truth?
Lin tried her own thoughts to test them against her studies. At once she felt her own personality was tried by destiny´s own wheel. Over and over again swept the same issues over Mankind, and who was to stand the test of time? The wheel kept rollling, faster and faster?
Lin´s own destiny took her to poetry´s courtroom. There she was asked to write it all down. Fact, figures, speech, dreams, visions. Her latest vision took her to a journey afar, a far off as something can go. And when she returned down to the matters of earth she knew it. Her personality might have had many flaws, but in the end. The sin of hers was now washed clean again. If not white, so at least more sure...
Yesterday evening, I got an email from the FDDC the body responsible for economic and financial crime in the country. I have been contacting them since one year now, asking me to reapply for the recovery of the tuition fee I paid to a school in London. In the mail, I was asked to follow application format as if I am in the exam hall taking examination. I just knew what that nonsense instruction means, they were looking tor excuse not to attend to me or one for not contacting me since one year now.
Then they ended their diatribe that I should be aware that they don't take commission or percentage from the recovered money. Imagine thought like that, it could only mean one thing, they have plan already to deep their filthy hands into the money. Is there any other meaning of that filthy line in the mail?, maybe, they were still trying to prove that I am not who I am, I didn't meet the picture some of their collaborators painted of me while away.
Why did it take them a year to reply to my request and was laying trap with the reply?
This commission has changed their leadership not less than four times since I started following them, recently, they replaced their leader with a 32 year old man, where he garnered experience to lead that commission that were as corrupt as the police force, no one knows. Since he came on board, he had been talking the talk without corresponding action as if noise alone will do the work.
The tale following the tuition I paid silently when I paid it is now generating unnecessary noise in the police and FDDC that I knew instantly that another branch have grown out of the tuition I had no knowledge of.
You see, this money was paid about 17 years ago, and was told to forward my bank details when student visa was denied me, I did after returning all their documents as they requested. I waited for months checking and re-checking my account without any money in it, I sent mail upon mails without reply, the phone calls were unanswered and I later in the year went to Asia continent China to be precise for business where I spent years.
When I finally returned to the country, I went to my bank, low and behold, there was no money in my account even though they refused to tell me how much inside there then. My first reaction was to search for the school contact information in the Net and started sending email to them again and when none was coming from them, I sought the help of London police without success, contacted the London education board without success and also their Parliament with instruction to chose any member of the house and forwards my complaint through him. According to the instruction, if he or she refused to forward my request to the house, then that would be the end of the issue.
Imagine scenario of such nature. It sounds manipulative and dismissive to me. From the members they presented me, who I chose never got back to me. I refused to close my file on the issue. I started emailing the school again without reply.
Then, I decided to get the Nigerian police involved and when nothing was fort coming from them, I contacted the FDDC since I was treating the issue as a scam by then. The commission would send back the machine generated reply that my message got to them without getting back to me. For a year, it was so. I was spamming them on the hope of getting their attention without success. I got angry and contacted INTERPOL in many occasions without hearing from them.
I got confused, ?this is global conspiracy? I shouted one morning in anger. I can't just believe they were all ignoring me for nothing.
What do I do now?
I faced the bank again and they were playing games that were confusing to me. that made me to pay extra attention to them. Could you imagine telling me that the account didn't belong to me that they suspected that I am imposter and was even expecting me to cower and when I stood my ground, they started giving me funny excuses about new federal guide lines and when I met all, they came out with even more reasons and finally, I was old hat the balance in the account was only three thousand naira. Those their acts raised my suspicions a notch and I began sending emails to their headquarter detailing my encounter with them. On each mail, the reply I was getting was that they had faith on their staffs account of the incident more than mine. Only God knows what they were told.
Imagine how that statement sounds, as if I was looking for work from them or something. See, the funny part of the whole issue is that they invited the police to frighten me with their presence as if I was truly an imposter they were trying to label me.
Wouldn't you think that the bank was playing funny game?
The officers were on their side, the FDDC was on their side, the school wasn't replying to tell me whether they have actually forwarded the money back or not. You see the quagmire I found myself?, I can't face the bank with hundred percent assurance that the school have returned the money. The police and the FDDC that supposed to act in situation of this nature were misbehaving and they were all openly behaving like hooligans most citizens label them.
So, where do I turn for help now?
United nation?
African union?
Ecowas?
I had also contacted central bank of Nigeria on many occasions without success.
?We treat cases police and banks have closed file on, if they are still investigating the issue, central bank can not get involved?
This was the first reply I got from any institution in the country that was closer to reply since more than a year. My fellow up mails to detail them on the activities of the bank, police and FDDC were ignored.
Please, I need your help, do you know of any other institutions any where in the world that can help?
Get in touch immediately and your contribution would never go on noticed. The name is Philip, double Philip that is what I am known around here.
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