I can diagnose myself with Peter Pan’s help, the first
problem is the fun-filled Fregoli delusion - I presume
everyone I meet actually is a friend, and the joy of it
is, this is literally true here at home as it describes the
true nature of the indigenous cultures of Africa - I’m
Safe* weaving down the street singing & my African
friends run alongside picking up falling library cards
including cell-phone and purse - as well as library
books that frequently slip from my grip; no need to
recognise a face, the smile’s always wide and the
Facial expression one of delight because we're the
children of Africa, the legion security guards and I
are in cahoots - sharing jokes & inside information
discussing existentialism
during the finger-reading
and waving while floating in on
an African dance
Like Master KJ Jerusalema: Where else on earth
can one live like this, in the lift greeting each other
Hi Comrades, African mother tongues like so many
click songs – I worked in
heaven at the Department
of Arts and Culture, meeting cleaners
and guards
Within a 5-step radius - we all lived
together in our
Wonderland of delightful
African culture - can you
blame me for being scared of
the Positivism of the
Scientific Paradigm Realism of Karl-Popper with
Pragmatism & Evolutionism - just belief systems
Presented as Truth when it’s
all just a religion and
we are forced to conform or be
made ridiculous for
our beliefs – no thank you, I
love Alice & quantum
physics and the honesty to
admit that all science
is just belief system fabricated by men who can-
Not accept that the morality
of a William Topaz
McGonagall creates a better world in which to
live - and that’s where you’ll
find me, playing
with the fairies....
*
safe: Salma y salaamah
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