CAPRICORN - (Born 21st December - 21st January)

CAPRICORN – (Born 21st December – 21st January )
Goatman humanoid – was in ancient times first to be known as the 'Capricorn race'. An affinity of the Planet Saturn .. historians ascribe their existence on Earth as more than just legend; The half man half goat creatures, were reputedly organized, intelligent and hardworking – having built a small City of their own and, maintained a proud culture!
Star gazing ancient Astrologers of the human race, may have inherited their ability to study the stars and planetary bodies, to those humanoid Capricorns.
In days long gone-by, matters of infinite time and space were first to be interpreted to humans directly by the humanoids. What was to confirm the goatman and goatwomans' affinity to the planet Saturn.
The humanoids had reputation as a very proud lot!
Thinking of themselves as superior to the Human race.. for constantly consulting with them in matters of spirituality… that 'star quality pride' had more and more isolated them from the human being.
Came a time when humans paid no-more attention to them; human Astrologers had already charted the birth signs and wrote their definitions. The Capricorn goatman race had reached their end… humans would no longer rely on their communication s via the planet Saturn; human astrology had taken firm root. The humanoid goatman capricorn were a relegated lot.. they would eventually drift down the annuls of history into legendhood!
Hardly would the humanoids venture out for a stroll in the woods; suddenly, the scent of their human/goat bodies attracted marauding carnivorous wild beasts who, mauled them day in and day out. The humanoids weren't protected by Saturn anymore, they perished and eventually became legends. Their small City on a little hill, provided humans with habitat structure and building.
Astrologers kept the secrets they had learned and, one day, the ‘Three Wise Men' following star signs, were to travel from the far East to Bethlehem  - where the Capricorn King of Kings was born on the ancient Hebrew/Roman  population day  known now as Christmas day! So that the perishment of all the humanoids that ever lived on Earth and, that of the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah might be eventually resolved… Salvation was that day born.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPRICORN!

Some reflections on Germany...

Some reflections on Germany

'Die Alter’ – was an aging crime detective, series. Nearly entirely non-violent, a subtle German crime drama whose dragnets by 1980s standard – painstakingly wrapped up into some huge plot of conversant suspense..
To grip you on the edge – till next week!
Too short, so tasty, so gripping and entertaining to even hold attention of minors.. an A+ for a detective drama with little or no violence. The 'Old Fox', (English title) like 'Football made in Germany' were at a German public 5x frontier… a clever design of reprieve; a bailout from the accident; created by hardmanship of NAZI Germany. It was the making of the 'break' and shift of the new gear!
An automatic this time – the German Autobahn reeked of leaded nearly perfumed atmosphere. More than anything else apart from the heavier lanes, to and from work drive of the 1980s were fan-times.. leading European popular magazines said so…
 Certainly, hazards also occurred but, people didn’t have to actually dwell on them; it was the 1980s and, Mentality and the paradigm were on the shift – 20th Century was about to turn into 21st, and the universe was racing itself into another Millennium…
 Around the world there was new thinking, space exploration had picked up; in the US, 'Voyager 1’ was launched 1984.
Impetus for better, greater livelihood were in the making; the races were on and fasting away.. research, design, art and high-tech – promises of tomorrow that was yet to come! Were in the works in 'Silicone Valley' – occasionally the inspiring glimpses reached out to our third world as well. More and more third worlders picked on overseas traveling. O! The 1980s was traveling time. Unsponsored traveling; we Africans went overseas Europe, Dubai and elsewhere to learn or, for those of us not blessed with formality, we went there to experience. We were apparently a different kind of challenge… a decade earlier, another type had travelled Europe from elsewhere around the world. 'Toramolinos' Was a traveler novel I read those years; youth from around the world travelled to that city. The trends setting had began – the baby boomers generation of post Hitler had started it all. The generation of 'terror international' had followed. By the time I went to exile in Germany, the fire and passion of that baby boomers generation were dying down.
Suddenly, slum-bang! 'Berlin Wall' comes down! 1989..
What! And what is happening? Noh nischt!  NATO and the RED ARMY?
'Providentially quiet'
And true as Providence had it, this time the 'Old Fox' country was ransomed! War to the third worlders'
In the early hours of the ‘Crystal Night’ Jesus had said, in his own skirmish of all skirmishes; 'in the.. crow of the Cock… you will deny me!'
There is a privately and individually founded and built Church of the ‘Grand Denial’ with a Calvary scene by it’s throne side… stands grandly by the River Mainz, in Seligenstadt, Germany. I am inclined to believe that, there could have been no other spiritual purposes for an individual founding it. St. Peter’s and Marcellinous is Catholic, though founded privately. It is logical to align German's wartime misfortune to the night spiritually represented by this Church… to me, nothing elsewhere explains it better. Vatican research Authors like old Morris or Brown might someday clarify this part.
What caused the separation and what caused the reunification! Regrettable to me though, was the mindless brutality that took my daughter’s life one winter night, in Berlin – or how she was over many years, primed for that cold night.
Life among the Germans back then, (1986/88) was simple; do as they want you to do. A stoical unmouthed question seem to always hang loose.. what have you come here for? What do you want with us… don’t you see we are what we are.. and you won’t ever fit in it?
'Die Alter’ is without a doubt a humbled giant, he will deeply tolerated you; if he is intimidated a bit, it is by your typically African ignorance. Educated or uneduc'.
But rest assured you will live safe and even VIP life in the old country. Only, never will you get.. your dreams come true 'pound of flesh'– only what you can spend!
That much the 'Old Fox’ is the fox he is. Many a young African have trained in media, law, engineering, Journalism, tourism – returned to African shining stars, only for their light to blink-off! Or amber down to a deem glow.
‘Die Alter' kinmanship is strangely effective; just as you were about to return to your country, you might not feel or know it, but you are defused – there is a long think line.. whatever you do is automatically defused. Ruin is the name of that game! Stigma is that much ruinous – death of Daniela was the mad capper! The illogical bizarreness! Perhaps the hidden underlings!
Even then, there is so much to learn from the 'Old Fox’, best are the things you carry inside your head.. those you can later practice on your own. 'Die Alter’ prefers actually that you do it yourself. Germans don’t very much like hanging-on for dependency purposes sort of thing. Just do your own thing. Then get going – but stubbornly Africans more often like to overstay the hospitality!  For women, the 'Old Fox’ reputably has this soft spot for them – there is always this or that unique situations and, matters arising.. but otherwise, ‘Die Alter’ is very much easy with the African women.
German African development remain at average because, the Old Fox actually do not create stars out of anybody who is not of their kinmanship – it becomes 'corruption' by their principles and policies – meaning that anything given to an individual African, say, will eventually reflect negatively in subsequent years even on the giver! A permanent and evolutionary process of societal Audit.. will eventually find fault with some given values. Your star prize Award might be stained and tainted!
My family and I went to exile in Germany by a grand spirituality design – not by some cheap personal 'nice eating' diaspora interests.
The 'hand that taketh' – in the huge mix, stigma, ransom and things, why be the one to wither-off…
A young German/French lady, was our spirituality tow.. she did the 'Kite’ running back in the early 1980s. In Kampala of the old gun rattled Disco nights – my wife Genevieve, still living in Germany, was still a girlfriend of a few months – and soon to be fresher at Makerere University.
Long story short… French/German chic and I entangle on our bed with Genevieve – morning after, detective staff sergeant Bonny Okot and two (French/German) diplomats in a convoy spot the chic stepping out of the 'Three Stars' hotel near the Railway Station in Kampala and, chic is whisked away to Entebbe Airport. Huck Finn was still dribbling upstairs when it all happened!
(Sam u Gwe..) shoe shiners spill the 'Beans' story…
The dribbling has been going on for some thirty years plus… and to this day Lakery has been in the dark about the white lady in our life… I am moved to share this potion of our life because of the threats on my livelihood. People who don’t know anything in my father's family – are judges with impunity threatening me over matters that are personal to my life and that of my family – they don’t have the mind it takes, to understand the core spirituality involved, yet they persist with their own vainness. I have to say this, because my daughter was MURDERED in Berlin. And, people are sourcing money from the Germans – purportedly as silencer on the matter since I am not man enough to f**k my way into wealth! Ethics of today apparently dictates that, f**King is the undoing of everything that binds us to our suffering…
I think that may be so in the f**King political and other formal ethical fields… however, for some of us who merely made love to our spouses and so never f**ked them to death – we don’t know anything about extraordinary f**King that qualify some one towards graft. I have lost my daughter… however it had not occurred to me that, it all happened so that a few people access wealth – this stigmatism is hurting me!