October 12, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday 12/10
I had an early night after the long hot day.
And I’m having early morning.
Who the hell switched the pump on?
Water is rushing from the dam watering a donga in my lawn forming rapids and foaming.
So am I.
I rush out of my den and run to the pump to switch it off.
Well, now I am awake!
Silias went home early morning, probably switched the pump on and walked off without telling anybody….
Why bother, we will notice.There is no such a thing as saving water concept.
There is no concept (in Africa) of anything.
But if one applies positive thinking or no thinking at all it works!
We are worriers.
No point.
Alex comes home worried.
I drove over a rock and there is something leaking out of the car, maybe brakefluid. Is there a mechanic close by?
I say: it is probably the water from A/C, but I let Silias to have a look underneath.
Five minutes later Alex is all smile, I can see it from my house to the parking.
Thumbs up. Relieve. Just water!
Microlighting is weather sensitive.
When Sampie called 4.30 and gave the go ahead, I go and tell Alex and Elise.
Just before 5 Sampie calls again.
The wind is picking up if they didn’t leave maybe lets leave it.
But we don’t know which way it will turn, 4 knots may also go back to zero. No, I let them go.
They will go to the park anyway, so meet there at the airport and see.
And they had two beautiful flights!
Even Sampie called me back to tell me everybody enjoyed it.
Just be positive.
The temperature dropped this morning 23 degrees, to 21.
44 yesterday!
And as if that wasn’t enough, I baked…
I tried to get out of cooking and suggested we could go to neighbour’s restaurant for the last dinner(not last supper).
No, they won’t have it, Alex likes the food here.
I tried to sell the fact that the owners were belgian.
We live all life with belgians!
Didn’t work.
It is so hot one cannot do anything.
Not to become biltong I drink litres of water and read a book in my A/C house.
I recommend my guests to do the same.
They climbed to the tower to call the parents the news about engagement.
Sneaker was occupying the only bench and neither wanted to share it.
So parents will have to wait for the news.
I’m dozing with a book when I hear voices.
A gentleman and a lady just climbed the steps to my veranda.
I open the door and with a smile ask them waht can I do for you?
They are not amused, remember the oven is on and there is no OFF switch.
‘Are you closed? We were looking for the gallery, there is nothing, we want coffee.’
‘Oh, you saw the sign on the road?’
‘We could’nt find it, there is nobody.’
‘No, everybody is hiding from the heat.’
‘Only us crazy dutch are out?’
‘There you have it, so come in here it’s cool inside and we have coffee here.’
I put them at my breakfast nook give them cold water and put the coffee on.
Black, I suppose.
Yes.
I cannot face coffee but I have a piece of cake and water.
I found out the connection, they have two cousins in town.
They live in Anselm but he is from the Groningen area.
We talk about animals and the human impact on everything.
They have hope for the new generation to be more nature friendly.
They want to pay for the coffee, I decline.
Out in the heat again and in the gallery.
The lady bought a necklace and we part with thanks and smiles.
Positive!
Nothing moves, blood is boiling, dogs are panting, mercury rising…
Is this part of the global heating? as Alex says.
His english improved and so did Elise’s.
Do you dream in english?
yes.
And you don’t understand?
yes.
You see there is more in the brain than you actively remember!
We laugh at funny mistakes one makes in foreign language.
We have hot curry for dinner while the lightning and thunder makes Robin hide under the table.
Maybe the rain is coming!
It didn’t.
Yet.
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With Michael recovering from malaria and Silias gone home, we are the girl power of three to keep the world going.
The Mfubu little world to start with.
The wind is picking up bringing the smoky clouds and smell of distance fire.
Guests are in the park.
Time to hit the town.
–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Friday
not 13th
My Friday started already on Wednesday,
Friday is NOT long enough for all disasters to squeeze in one day.
Early on, the phone stopped working.
(Seems like every morning exercise)
So I sort out some papers in one room.
In the mean time in my bedroom is sitting Sneaker and checking new bibs,
(with hippos and other animals on),
which I bought for my December arriving granddaughter.
He didn’t need them, probably he doesn’t have children so he left them behind.
I only see him when he is heading back to the open door of the house.
I can’t believe my eyes!
He looks at me sadly and walks calmly out.
Dogs wake up and run after him….
Then Michael comes to tell me there is a snared waterbuck at the river.
I try to call next door, as sometimes the phone works on Grietjie.
Nothing.
I send him over to bring help.
I also contact Lindsey (SMS) as he has got darting equipment and a vet.
They stand by.
My visitors arrive in the middle of the commotion.
A good neighbour, turned disaster assessor.
By the time I put the coffee on,
(Good Sneaker, he didn’t take with him the cake I baked earlier in the morning.)
a bird flies in the house!
(He left only on Thursday)
Water may be essential for life but it can also make life difficult.
Especially for constructive engineers.
As Brian puts it:
You can’t keep it out and you can’t keep it in.
It leaks!
And I am the proud owner of both classic cases.
Leaking roof and leaking pool.
Can’t get better than that.
Thursday I go to town, disaster enough.
Get back exhausted the temperature soares to 39.
Sneaker was waiting at the door whole morning.
He is probably moving in permanently.
Does it make me qualify for permanent res.?
And now we have Friday.
The temperature dropped after the wind picked up.
It is only 20.
The phone is not working,
my patlop is checking disc C and doesn’t give up this time.
I can’t get to my files/life or emails…the old ones.
It is still:
NTFS
Not Today, Friday, Stupid!
So I go back to my old friend Mecer.
He is slow but still working.
I can moan to him.
I prefer the old and working before the young and erratic.
Oh, a miracle just occurred!
Or somebody called Telkom.
The phone is on!
I’d better write quickly, so I can send it before some new disaster deletes everything.
So what do I plan for the weekend?
I don’t plan any more.
It is safest that way.
In Africa nothing goes according to plan.
And I agree, not to have one is the only way to avoid disappointments.
No planning, just jump into the ocean of life and swim!!!
What if I cannot swim?
What if I meet a shark?
Wait a minute!
THAT is planning…doesn’t apply here.
Swim and hope for the best!!!!
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Sneaker is a big baboon, ex-Alfamale, Betamale now.
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The phone started working,
have friends coming for Saturday evening, so no dinner at 82…
You see what I mean?
Olina Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Sunday
10/10
I checked on the weather yesterday.
They promise 37 for today, but the sky is little cloudy and it is cool morning.
37? Never!
I start making pastry for tonights quiche and look for some recipes without eggs.
I ran out of eggs and my order is still hanging in the cyberspace.
I make short crust pastry and havreflarn.
Then I run down to the lodge with a plan of Phalaborwa and my glasses to see Alex and Elise.
They plan to go to town and post the rest of postcards.
There I find out that after 6 years Alex proposed.
That calls for a champagne breakfast!
I run up to the house to fetch one and the engagement is sealed.
Did you get a ring? I’m curious.
Alex made one from a piece of wood.
The real one she will get in Brussels.
I have a glass of bubbly and run up to the house to eat some breakfast.
Just when the toast pops up from toaster, Robert and Susan arrive.
Robert, son of friends, currently living in Switzerland and now showing his girlfriend the country, where he grew up.
I offer them toast, continental breakfast,
in pops Savanna from next door with a little baboon at her belt and another volunteer.
We plan for next weekend. They are off.
After breakfast and a chat Robert and Susan head further south.
By now the heat is on and rising.
I try to get hold of Paddy, then Niel and Julie and organize everybody for afternoon (hellish) game drive.
I have my doubts about the cleverness to ride around in an open vehicle in 40 degrees and get burned if not fainted or both.
Alex and Elise left only at 1.30 for town,
Alex had to have a nap, he didn’t sleep well last night… got scared?
I also have my doubts they would be back in time for 3.45.
But they were!
There is no excuse, we have to go.
Petrol is poured in the car.
Water is poured on and in the participants and off we go.
I sit in the back and chat to Paddy, oblivious to the wildlife.
Which is not that wild in the heat.
We inspect Neil and Juli’es house foundations, surrounded by buffalos.
Than we round grietjie and inspect Peter and Paddy’s house.
We all talk building.
Buildings, builders, building of houses, pools…
There we have it.
I get another advice what to do with the pool.
Fibreglass it…
I look into it, the frogs in the empty pool dried up in the heat!
Toad biltong.
We got back late and in the dark, literary.
The car lights didn’t work and moon wasn’t adequate.
We luckily could borrow a spotlight, working one.
By the time we get back, the fire is going, the other guests are starving.
Already 8 o’clock!
I quickly call Sampi to confirm the microlight for tomorrow.
He will call 4.30 AM
Jim wanted to borrow Michael to help on Monday.
Bugger, I SMS about the malaria.
We drink, eat and are jolly.
It’s almost midnight!
And I have to be up at 4.30!
Up since 4.30.
Very early Monday morning.
Alex and Elise did the flying and came back to bake.
The temperature is soaring, 43 at the moment, in shade.
Output on minimum.
can’t face another Monday!
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–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Saturday
9/10
The phone works.
That is the first hurdle overcome.
One can make phone calls.
Internet is another kettle of fish.
It is connecting, connectin and something expires and it doesn’t connect.
Pages expire.
Problem loading page.
Error.
Remote computer doesn’t respond!
And than it tells me:
to make sure that the server can be reached ping the remote computer
I know how to poke people on Facebook (if I can get to it)
but how does one PING a computer, a remote one!
Alex tells me that you need a program for it and it is difficille!
So what bloody advise is that?
I give up.
My guests survived rafting yesterday and got home in time.
They decided to stay home today and not venture anywhere.
They went to CARE to see the baboons,
while I battle with the technology and its nonexistence….in certain places.
Sneakre tried again, watching me now.
Decent fellow. He has a very small leaf over his willy.
(the white blotches are stains on the window)
Now the phone works, it rings.
Justice calls Silias.
He will call in 5 minutes while I find Silias and make him come to the phone.
That was 10 minutes ago.
Silias is sitting here, waiting, I can’t use the phone and baboons in the meantime having a go at the girls cleaning at the lodge.
The guests went next door.
While the guests are looking at the baboons, the baboons are looking into the guests belongings.
Mutual interest.
Today the temperature climbed till 30.
The guests have to use a pool.
One of the remaining two.
They come for a beer.
Czech and SA.
We chat about food and drink which marks different countries.
Being Belgian we cannot avoid the chocolate.
I was actually temptied to ask Elise to bring some but then I discarded that idea as inappropriate.
I cannot exploit my guests, before I know them.
Now I can.
Half an hour later they come back with few pralines, toffee.
In belgian chocolate!
Nice toffee filling.
The first one got stuck on my tooth filling and merged, leaving space for amalgam…..or more toffee!…
Did I get more than I could chew?
I hope they survived Kastany, czech chocolate I swapped.
I think I will excuse myself from dinner.
So I did.
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–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Friday
8/10
The morning is beautifully cloudy, cold and drizzly again.
On my morning walk I see there are three toads in the pool.
Is a hole without water still a pool?
Like amnestied murderer is not a murderer?
I suspect the toad close to Dollop is a female and another male lurking a meter or so away.
Here we have this triangle developing on the bottom of the pool.
My staff is 75% complete .
I have 3 people to think for instead of 2.
Guests are going rafting today.
I get 2 more guests and force them to have dinner with us tonight.
Firstly I cannot have guests dining and them cooking around.
Also they qualify agewise, at least one of them….
I strive for always lower average.
Like Jack.
And now Sneaker walks into my house again.
He steps over Tascha and grabs a little box in which my mouse was delivered.
Now he sits at the garage, opens the box and disgusted by absence of any substance leaves it behind.
I think he must be an intellectual.
(Maybe reintardated expelled czech from paradise….)
He is not interested in fruit, cakes or veggies, but books, communication gadgets, jewelry and pandoras boxes.
Stephen Hawking published a new book and now finally he says he knows with certainty that:
No God was required for creation.
Queen guitarist Brian May(with PhD in astronomy) thinks it is not conclusive.
I agree it is difficult to prove that something doesn’t exist.
Evidence of non existence by default doesn’t exist.
We will spend more centuries on this one.
Now I have to create something for dinner,
non existing dinner leaves evidence, hungry tourrists.
That can wipe out existence of 25% of my staff.
I don’t need that evidence of dinner’s non existence.
I let the staff to do the creation, while I still have them.
Comfort is coming on the 18th…
Michael is recovering rapidly and needs money.
He is on the mend.
And a chock of my life!
The phone rings!!!
Big Fish on the other end.
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FM.
–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Wednesday
6/10
The day started.
Early.
Glorious day, my guests left after five to go to the park.
The weather also playes along, it is cloudy, cold and grey, 15 degrees (plus) Celsius.
Anything to keep my guests from the empty pool and (t)emptation to jump in…
(Emptation is a temptation to jump into emptiness.)
I like to play with words and so do others:
ignoranus=not only stupid but also an asshole
reintarnation=coming back to life as a hillbilly
inoculatte=to take coffee intravenously when you’re running late
and the best is:
Dopeler effect
the tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
Well, enough, haven’t got all day just to play with words.
The guests ARE coming back tonight.
They also made it back yesterday.
The Landy started and my neighbours and guests went off for a ccombined game/bird/booze/snack/drive.
(snack is a false friend, in swedish it means talk)
By 6.30 was dark and I thought that they probably must have a good time.
I’m ready to fill the tartlets, fry the samoosas, dish out the food when a thought hit me.
What if they broke down?
Ran out of petrol, hit a tree, an elephant, ran out of beer, parked, got lost…..
Before I could worry too much and burn the dinner, they are back.
I am a worrier.
Why are we humans programmed into the minus zone?
What if the rains come before I fill the cracks?
My french speaking guests are better and better in english every day.
Elise even explained to us where “raining dogs and cats” comes from.
And guess what, they work for a Bahlsen pharmaceutical company developing drips!
Intravenous dinners, booze.
Nothing beats Trapiste in a bottle or glass though.
Belgian piece de resistance in sort of beers..
I contre with Pilsner Urquelle.
And yes Michael has got malaria, Lucifer palcifarum, delivered by MDS.
Mosquito Delivery Service
We provide speed and reliability, but with an animal carbon footprint (very small feet).
That airway we don’t just deliver misery but a short painfull future if any at all.
Malaria. Simply delivered. MDS!!!
My future is at stake as well!
Who would tend to the plants and guests here?
Anyway he is safely tucked away in Maputa hospital with a drip!
Bahlsen made?
(The guests both pay his salary and keep him alife!)
…………………………………..AAAAA…………………………………….
“Everything relates to everything”. (marx)
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–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
I subscribed to fortune.
It wasn’t greed what made me do it.
It was the watch.
Silias’s watch broke beyond repair.
He can have the watch, I get a fortune.
Good deal.
(As Jack used to say: those who do not scheme, must plaster…or something like that.)
First I got an apology, the watches ran out(of time).
But eventually I got one.
I open the packet start fiddling with it and then I realise one hand is loose.
Just my luck, always on the loose end.
I send the watch back, keep the fortune.
I have never been into this economy of sort, I like the real one.
Production, sale, progress and prosperity, art.
This is not realy about economy.
There are these huge betting halls called stock exchange.
Made by and for the smart men to pretend their game addiction is work.
They just bet all day on companies built by real people.
Sometimes they loose sometimes they win.
Normal state of a game.
Addiction.
As I fiddled with the watch.
I probably put the alarm on.
The packet starts beeping at certain time.
Never mind I throw the ticking parcel in the post box.
What’s new in town?
Few days later.
Well, the railway bridge collapsed under a train.
Yes, and the post office was blown up by anti teorrist squad recently,
a ticking parcel had to be destroyed.
Now both hands are on the loose…..
And….it did cost a fortune….
–
:-$ li Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Thursday
7/10
The weather still plays along, it is grey, cloudy, cold and drizzle.
Can’t get better.
I plan to go to town early, quickly, short…..
The only thing which is short is the day and my fuse.
Days are nowadays short of time.
Yesterdays always feel longer than todays.
A whole day in Kruger can be long.
My guests last night made it for dinner at seven.
I’m ready with the goulash and all the other stuff.
Being little casual I thought I serve it in the pots.
After all it is a nice iron pot.
It is a Czech pot.
Jackpot!
The guests cleaned the pot.
Are you winning? I call from the kitchen.
Jackpot!!!
shouts Alex back….
There is this Prague syndrome.
After a few days one gets attached to ones host(aged)/guests.
Inevitably one cuts the crap and just IS… at home.
And we laugh cutting down the language barrier to almost zero.
I don’t speak french.
They don’t speak english, but they do.
Elise is half my age and half of Alex’s size.
He likes to eat. He is spoiled with good home made food, he cooks.
She eats anything, she doesn’t cook.
You can see! says Alex gently touching Elise’s thin stature.
And clapping on his tummy.
And they are both in the drip production industry….
Happy couple.
Just before I eventually get away on Thursday morning, Elise brings me postcard to post.
Sylvia is at the gate going the other way.
I’m in town by 10.
First stop: police.
Too many people there I go to my attorney to get a stamp.
Post office, bank, two supermarkets.
Hardware stores.
Nobody ever heard about a pool crack filler.
I get the life essentials: petrol, firewood, airtime and drive home.
Sylvia is not at the gate any more.
I could have got few kilos oranges if I only bothered and picked the spilled unsquashed ones from the road.
I barely sit down to my late lunch when a white bakkie with two black people arrives at the house.
Nobody comes out.
Windows are rolled up.
Dogs are happy barking and waggling tails.
I walk out.
Hello! What can I do for you?
Fine, says the driver.
We are from Labour department.
The lady closest to me rolls the window down a bit.
She is traditionally built with big bossom and curly glossy synthetic hair.
She looks infront of her.
I look at the young thin man in a suit next to her at the wheel:
Are you this Comfort?
You called last week.
Yes, yes. I’m Comfort.
So, what would you like to do?
We would like to come for inspection.
Fine, come, come.
No maybe next week.
I’m busy next week but come on the 18th. About ten in the morning.
I go back to my lunch.
Before I can look through todays! newspaper it is time to start preparing for tonight’s braai.
Alex will braai.
He loves it.
When I see the car we light the fire.
Then we drink and chat while waiting for the coals.
They saw cheetah project and jessica the hippo.
Alex wonders: how much tip do you give a guy at petrol station for cleaning the window?
How much did you give?
About 40 rand. He was odd.
People give few rand, 5 to 10 maybe.
That explains the reaction.
Well, it was his lucky day.
We hear hyena, lion and fruit bats apart from baboons, volunteers and crickets.
Second day without a working phone.
Does it have something to do with phoney?
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–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Friday
8/10
The morning is beautifully cloudy, cold and drizzly again.
On my morning walk I see there are three toads in the pool.
Is a hole without water still a pool?
Like amnestied murderer is not a murderer?
I suspect the toad close to Dollop is a female and another male lurking a meter or so away.
Here we have this triangle developing on the bottom of the pool.
Dollop alone.
My staff is 75% complete .
I have 3 people to think for instead of 2.
Guests are going rafting today.
I get 2 more guests and force them to have dinner with us tonight.
Firstly I cannot have guests dining and them cooking around.
Also they qualify agewise, at least one of them….
I strive for always lower average.
Like Jack.
And now Sneaker walks into my house again.
He steps over Tascha and grabs a little box in which my mouse was delivered.
Now he sits at the garage, opens the box and disgusted by absence of any substance leaves it behind.
I think he must be an intellectual.
(Maybe reintardated expelled czech from paradise….)
He is not interested in fruit, cakes or veggies, but books, communication gadgets, jewelry and pandoras boxes.
Stephen Hawking published a new book and now finally he says he knows with certainty that:
No God was required for creation.
Queen guitarist Brian May(with PhD in astronomy) thinks it is not conclusive.
I agree it is difficult to prove that something doesn’t exist.
Evidence of non existence by default doesn’t exist.
We will spend more centuries on this one.
Now I have to create something for dinner,
non existing dinner leaves evidence, hungry tourrists.
That can wipe out existence of 25% of my staff.
I don’t need that evidence of dinner’s non existence.
I let the staff to do the creation, while I still have them.
Comfort is coming on the 18th…
Michael is recovering rapidly and needs money.
He is on the mend.
………………………………………………………..
FM.
–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
5/10
My patient survived the night, but barely.
He had a disease return and was beyond repair (by me) in the morning.
Now what!
My guests decided to stay home which means here!
Michael is lying in bed and squeels, quietly(he does everything quietly).
Silias is planning to go home, Sylvia is still in Zim, my guests want a game drive and I have yoga at 9.00!
I ring around to find somebody who would deposit Michael in some better doctor’s hands than mine.
He needs a blood test.
Nobody is available, I’m ready to take him in.
I tell Jane to take care of guests and start explaining how to tell next door that my guests might want to come and see baboons.
She says:
Call the ambulance!
That’s a good idea!
Jane says: I must ask Michael first if he wants to ride in an ambulance.
?
Some people don’t like it!
Aha.
(Well, I also heard stories that you get clobbered down and sold to an undertaker for 30 silver pennies.)
Anyway, Michael agrees.
I call emergency for ambulance.
10177.
Very quiet voice says something inaudible.
Hello is this the ambulance service?
yes.
I need an ambulance.
yes.
To Grietjie, close to Phalaborwa.
?
Hello?
Yes, I’m asking here.
(chat in the background)
Where are you? (I ask as I know these call centres can be anywhere on Earth.)
Here.
Are you in Joburg?
Polokwane.
And from where will the ambulance come?
Not from here.
>From Phalaborwa?
yes.
You will call them?
yes.
oK, I need …it for a sick employee.
What is wrong with him?
Malaria.
Aha, what is his name?
My name, phone number, address etc.
After spelling, misspelling and few laughs I have to wait for Phalaborwa to call me to tell them all again.
When?
Soon.
Half an hour later I decided to keep to my routines.
It always helps in crisees. (pluralis.)
I go jiving.
Silias is standing outside my door holding the hosepipe.
I leave him in charge of the phone.
No one called.
Jane called the gate to navigate the ambulance to Mfubu.
And voila!
At 11.00 we are back from yoga and Michael is loaded in the ambulance.
I would say he was pale but how can one tell?
In the van are two other guys.
My first thought is that they will keep him alive on the way.
I wonder, maybe they are other patients.
No, no, the one I can see came from the gate just to show them the way and then I see it’s Isaak behind him.
Just catching a ride.
So not everybody is afraid to ride in an ambulance.
Provided there is nothing wrong with one.
Now to the next problem.
I cought a good neighbour.
And he is not only willing to drive the game drive but he also climbs on the gallery roof and gives me hope apart from the advice.
About the repairs.
His wife doesn’t object and we chat about Jack, the past, the bush, the kids and the troubles with everything.
When they are gone I run to see my neglected guests.
They are neglected, happy and OK.
I give them departure time for game drive.
I start to make snacks for it and start baking for tonights dinner for guests and neighbours.
The clouds are gathering, maybe rain is on the way.
Michael is in hospital waiting for his blood to coagulate and we’ll know soon who to blame.
–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Monday
4/10
I have a rain spider and a toad on the bottom of a swimming pool.
They are both waiting for the rain.
To fill it……
But I have to fill the cracks first.
I’d better get cracking.
I also have a 24/7 waiting rooms.
Early this morning there is a knock on the door.
I thought so.
But with the wind I am most of the time mistaken.
The second knock does sound like a knock.
I wake up.
I open the door, sheltering behind it in my sleeping clothes.
There is a patient waiting.
I put clothes on and glasses.
I examine the patient, give him some tablets and send him to rest.
If he makes it till next day he should be fine.
He has either flu, malaria, meningatis or Ricoffy abstinens.
I checked on him, he is much better.
My guests arrived late last night, which moved the normal schedule of one’s day backwards.
That was the reason for me to sleep into late early hours.
The grey big shapes of elephants were moving euround us and a hippo visited while I was waiting for the car to arrive.
Arriving in the dark leaves the expectations for the next morning.
See for yourself!
My guests were expecting three sparkling pools.
I still got three pools.
One is NOT sparkling.
Maybe some glitter could do the trick to spread on the bottom.
I will serve sparkling wine on the bottom of the pool!
Deal.
Under shower even.
The toad would appreciate it, I’m sure.
The rain spider had enough of exposure, my guests took photos, and he climbed out.
The toad is still there, he looks like a baboon dollop so he thinks he is safe….
Luckily he isn’t(dollop), Tascha checked.
I am into this ORBIS PICTUS.
World in pictures.
I must explain.
Lecture:
Johannes Amos Comenius (Jan Amos Komensky)
was a father of modern teaching(1600), he was a Czech.
He died in Holland.
The czechs have a long history of expelling their intelligentsia from the country.
The clever czecks are outside the country, bouncing.
Sometimes they do bounce back.
This scholar was intelligent, he was expelled and wrote in latin.
Czech wasn’t yet a literature language.
When another scholar, Jan Hus, in 1412 tried to translate bible to czech he got burned.
And after all not many people could read so waste of time really.
This man (JAK) opposed the drilling of pupils, maybe that is not the right expression..
Memorizing without knowing meaning of the matter.
So he published Orbis pictus.
World in pictures.
It is easier to learn if one can see what it looks like or how does it work.
Demonstrate. Show.
To put old czech scholar’s methods in practise, I wanted to demostrate to my staff that it is useless to give them raised salary.
Because what they do,
they go to the first darn Russels, Bears, onkel Joshua, Lewis or another one of hundreds furniture stores
and buy some hideous piece for hideous price to pay it many folds, called “layed by” or so.
They “luy” a fridge for R 1000 and pay R 2500.
Ergo they just threw away R 1500.
As talking doesn’t help, I was going to demonstrate!
Simple really.
I will tear the few hundred rand notes and throw them in the toilet.
I wasn’t prepared to do it with real money so I had the brilliant idea to use the modern technology and print some.
For this demonstration it should do.
As the devil never sleeps (at least in my case)
or maybe I keep him awake….
My printer packs up.
So I go to town and have some hundred rand notes printed in a shop.
By the time I got to the bank, of all places, I got busted.
Possesion of counterfeit money.
(I didn’t try to deposit them in the bank. Although it would serve them right, the banks extract money of us customers as if we just printed them every day!)
In any case it took more than a lecture about an enlightened scholar to get me out of this mess.
I offered them money, the bogus first, they took those, as evidence.
To get me out of jail, not to become a permanent resident by default
I had to demonstrate some vanishing act with real notes.
I wonder if those were used for some education…..
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
October 11, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Friday not 13th
but
10&17 September 2010
But if we put together 10+17=27 and divided by 2 we get
13,5
which may be worse than 13 by 0.5….
All I do lately is catching up.
Before I know it, next friday catches up with ME. Today.
And I’m not done with the last one yet.
Last Friday was true to its fridayism.
A Friday to remember even if all one wants to do is forget.
HM….
When I think of it I already did….forgot most of it.
No, It comes all back to me.
I planned to go to town EARLY as I had an appointment with my
ICU Friday laptop.
That didn’t work out for “early” but almost.
I took Trevor for a ride to town to fetch his car
which packed up on the way from Hoedspruit
while rescuing another instant carless grietjien…
Well, different story altogether, luckily somebody else’s Friday.
I also took Jane to town so she can stay away while I do not have guests and come back when I will have.
Little did I realise that situation CAN change.
Sylvia is in Zim, so I’m staffless.
Not quite. Down to power of one.
I get to Foskor’s recovery department and he is all charged up.
Patlop is OK, he was just burned out, I was working him too hard.
I do internet, well, yes my phone at home IS NOT working.
Sort off a status quo by now.
I reply to some emails, delete others, upgrade downgrades, do banking, chat to datagurun and leave.
I’m going berry picking.
One berry, please. Blackberry.
Not without cash…
CNA and whole mall is powerless and so am I.
I want to pay by card, ATM doesn’t work to get cash.
I suggest to give me the bloodyberry and I will pay next week.
The young man is not sure if I’m serious, but declines.
I get a feeling that maybe the berry is not to be?
A sign?
No.
Now, I want it and you must sell it, you ARE a business you sell things!
So do it!
Only then he looks at another till with a card gadget.
Another customer just paying by card.
There you are! it is obviously working, so can you sell me one berry?
OK.
So he did, he also took my sim card from my old phone and put it in.
Initialisation failed.
He has no idea about anything…
I walk out.
Next mission.
I need some flexible sealer to seal leaks in my pool and a new grinder.
That took few hours.
I get back home at 4, exhausted.
(I opted NOT to visit neighbours on my way home, sorry)
I just about put away groceries and get back my sim card in old phone.
Message one:
see you this afternoon.
Message two:
booking.
Wrrrrr…ight…..
And the friends are here.
With kids, beers, firewood, own pillows and rashers (pork, divine).
My heart melts, I put the fridge on, get the bedding and we are on.
Have a beer!
Next morning the weather changed, cooled down, not me.
I cannot make the committee meeting, just not enough time, sense, presence.
Paddy can come afterwards.
She finds us halfway as we try to call MTN to swap a sim card.
A story rather not to be told…
Done after some aggravation…
The berry got sudoku. I can always get my brain to that.
Oh, and it DOES have a camera.
Michael is grinding the pool.
Sunday yoga.
Monday pub.
Being without staff, I have to cook, clean, make beds and serve.
Paddy came just in time to help me fry the pancakes for pub supper.
I stir the creamy mushrooms.
Do you have thyme?
No, no time.
I expect 2 people for the night.
Having been running up and down I missed most of the gossip.
When I asked what, what, what?
Ahh, it’s just about two men pissing in the wind….
I wonder which ones?
Hmm, does it matter?
(Anyones.)
Tuesday:
the sun is shining
the phone is working!!!!
Michael is grinding…
Silias still nowhere to be seen.
It,s getting hot.
Wednesday:
getting even hotter,
vultures gether above the river.
(I have heard screaming early morning.)
Have yoga and then making ID badges, eat, drink, complain, laugh and sweat. (Me and Paddy.)
Run out of cartridge, hooks, steam and complains…
Thursday, baking hot.
Silias is on the bottom of the pool.
Still alife, despite the heat.
4 tubes of silicon go only as far as the weir.
Town again, almost lunchtime.
And there at the fork:
An elephant dancing down the road to the tunes of Mozart’s piano concert nr. 21
just pass nr. 19…
Life is a bowl of berries…hmmm.
More ellies at the river.
F**k the town, I stand there and watch.
MTN sets up my emails, berrymails.
More silicon and other sealants to squeeze into nature.
I got myself a bright blue frying pan and cute colourful boxes I don’t need, but they have animals on.
I don’t find Jane, so go home alone and I have todays newspaper.
Apparently with the globalisation even hunger goes global.
I have no hope for Africa.
Just check the Dish.(nothing to do with food!)
Look what films they are making: (and watching!)
My drug brother
Sexy girls
Romantic touch
Sacred beads
Tears in the forest
Testimonies of pain
Twist of fate
Bitter generation
Broken ambition
Cross link
Cross roads
Dubai runs (part 1 & 2)
End of Dubai runs ( part 1 & 2)
When God says yes
Wicked consience
(most of the films have parts, 1&2)
not to mention what they are about:
Tears and pain
When calamity befalls a village, they look for a cause and a solution.
The gods demand a 70-year old virgin as a solution.
Bitter generation (family drama)
Oskos has three children: one is a murderer, another enjoys fast life
and the third reaps the benefits from his brother’s endeavours.
(No wonder the departments have different solutions…)
But…
we do other things, count animals.
While the helicopter is hovering over jack’s old house
the dogs make me aware of 2 nyala bulls at the back of the house
courting a kudu female (1).
Obviously no nyala chicks around here.
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No to Terminal 5!
And what are the Terminal fives?
cancer, bullet, strong jaws, gravity, age?
Then I realised it was the terminal 5 at Heathrow.
Not the big 5.
It is funny really it is called terminal…
Especially on 9/11
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This is FM.
Friday Moan.
One of FMs, no counting as in no planning…
And now it is 6.30 and ONE elephant stands on my porch.
I wonder if he was counted.
he had my 1/2 man for dinner.
He wouldn’t swap for chrysanthemums, from woollies!
There is barely 1/4 left of the 1/2 man.
And a friend joined in.
2 elephants
AAAAAA
–
li Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
September 7, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
7/9
The situation is getting more and more complicated.
Todays Monday gossip is on/in the other laptop, where I cannot reach it.
I’m laptopless!
My young patlop is in town undergoing surgery and I just have to wait.
He is still in the surgery or maybe ICU soon ward.
I have to wait for the outcome, no income there.
My fellow pubcrawlers actually crawled/walked to the pub through the bush,
supervised by a ranger.
They encountered kudus, warthogs, empty pool (luckily not empty fridge) and a kill.
A waterbuck killed next door, assumed, by leopard.
No, they didn’t think it was the one with a snare on its leg(see Friday moan).
A young one, though.
I go and investigate in the morning.
This morning I see only the dragmarks where the croc pulled it in the river.
Dragmarks also in the river.
No sign of any leftovers.
Two coroners were still waiting for me on a tree above the crime scene.
When they handed over the case, they left(lift).
Following strictly the procedure they left for me the evidence.
The swollen leg with wire.
Even the animals do not mess with evidence.
They took everything else!
Robin the medical examiner brought it for examination.
Him and Tascha take turns in examining thoroughly the wounds.
It is a relieve in a way, that the injured animal was put out of its misery.
In a natural way.
Although it is sad that the cause was human.
But that’s us.
Misery causers.
(After all we are part of nature as well.)
And we can explain it.
If we didn’t have misery time(includes pain) we wouldn’t appreciate the good times.
Or would we?
-
And now what?
It looks like rain.
Of course.
I’m busy trying to seal the pool.
Haven’t started on the roof yet.
Dry weather essential!
Did I plan this?
No wonder the communists couldn’t make it, they had 5 year plans!!!
That is a good plan for disaster.
Only they called it socialist republic….
Following the same recipe.
These disaster plans occur in a lineage of 1 or 2 in 100 years.
Like volcanic activity.
We are always heading for a new one sooner or later.
The geographic occurence changes though.
This good plan is sweeping around South America at the moment
and heading for southern tip of Africa.
It will give a chance to a new wave of movements to grow.
It will establish fight for freedom (in Africa: struggle).
And the cycle will repeat.
Luckily human memory is very short
so we can often enough experience the
drunkeness with victory.
(or without…more often…)
Hmmm.
Maybe that is the cause of the memory being short!
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Olina Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 31, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
31/8
I see I used a wrong word in my Friday Moan.
(It was me, not the printokolosch.)
By shredder I ment a grinder, small, practical, always there, slim, handy, steady, nice to hold.
He is french.
He is a kitchen appliance.
He has a sexy name.
Moulinex.
But..
NTFS.
the blade is: Not Turning Feeding Sucks
He made the journey from is to was.
Left an empty space in my cupboard, on the plate and my heart.
So yesterday there were no pestos, tartar sauce or crumbed cauliflower…
Monday pub super wasn’t the same without him.
We lived together on two continents and in five countries for almost 30 years!
Maybe 25….
Oh, MULTI MOULINETTE, was he a she?
And no, I don’t have a shredder, the paper one, never had and never will.
I rewrite all papers, not using them for spaghetti.
I’m sure those shredders are american, not french.
Nothing to do with food.
I wish he could still stirr a storm in there:
I didn’t have much to stirr so the menu was as follows:
B o B
Bottom of a Barrel
alias
Russian Poulette
Chicken in herbs (no pestos)
Roasted veggies (no tartar sauce)
Sourcrout for (s)our crowd
Sourcream c-cumba
Sour creamcheese in baby peppers
Caviar on half egg, lemon
A gherkin (sour sweet)
———–
Chocolate mousse
with
Soured cream
(sour theme right through)
Enough of food.
I always hated picking berries.
Especially blueberries, they are small and squash easily, fall out of bucket and demotivate the picker.
Not to mention the laundry…
Thanks to the development there are other berries to pick nowadays.
Blackberry!
I’ll go for one if it is the last berry I pick!
I always believed in pubs.
People gather, drink, smoke, talk, eat and are jolly.
Sometimes they fight, burn the pub down or sleep under a table..
So did we but just the jolly drinking, eating, talking.
I am becoming a sort of veteran.
I was the longest Grietjie resident among us.
I’m starting to take over Jack’s legacy.
Well, not quite, but time doesn’t back off, we are all getting there…
Some people actually never met him, but they heard about him.
He is still part of Grietjie, its spirit and history.
Or rather STORY.
There are abundance of those: jackstories
On number 11 used to be a house, there are some bricks to witness that.
The story goes like this.
There was a shabeen, noisy place.
Until one day Jack came with a buldozer and put an end to it.
Lindsey came to see Jack at Mfubu, 98.
They send him to the river:
He is up a tree with a chainsaw (probably the one I brought from Sweden in a hand luggage..)
Isn’t he like almost 80?
Yes, that doesn’t prevent one from climbing a tree!
And there he was in a tree with a chainsaw.
(I wasn’t home, the only time my trees were in danger!)
And he didn’t fall, not that time.
It was much later and not from a tree, but from the sky with a plane.
That is another story altogether.
(I discovered recently that PUB is short for PUBLIC HOUSE!)
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I like Hermann.
Hermann is a font.
I like his dancing A.
AAAAAAAAAA
line dance
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August 30, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Friday
not 13th
but almost
I don’t know what is it with these Fridays.
I don’t need 13 for disasters.
I have free disaster time all week, every week….
HM.
I got a dead mouse.
(Well, the revival centre got it.)
Now the computer doesn’t want to live without it(her?) either.
He just lives its own life.
(He still lives.)
Not totally dead yet but soon will go to hospital, although no point if they strike.
He is defiant and sulky.
TRUCUJE.
he definitely doesn’t want to do what I whant to do.
I turn him on
and
he starts checking disk C for consistency!
Call him difficult!
Bloody cheek!
Press anywhere to skip the cheek….
I push, press, touch, click, to no avail.
I have a sleepless night all for the wrong reasons and in the morning! the same.
he was on all night and didn’t check any bloody discs!
(Does he actually have any?)
Just an excuse.
Telling me he is NTFS.
Does it mean:
Not Tonight, Feeling Sick?
I give up.
And as if it wasn’t enough,
my shredder also gave upp.
No pestos, mousses, shredded gherkins, onions, breadcrumbs, nuts, pates….
At least the shredder dies quietly and without diagnosis in writing.
Not Turning, F**k Shredding…
or something like that.
Not to mention the phone Not working.
No Telephone For Saturday.
NTFS is a magic formula for endless excuses.
I’m sure bill Gates might be behind it.
I have 7 Windows and see what?
NTSF.
Nothing To See, F**l.
(I don’t want to be rude but the F invites to unlimited amount of F words..)
And if that wasn’t enough.
A guest who just devoured 1500 calories from sweet chocolate cake and cream
sends Sylvia to find him some sugarfree sugar!
And decaf….?
We don’t do:
Sugarfree sugar
Coffeine free coffee
Alcoholfree alcohol
Fatfree fat
and
Nonalcoholic fizzy drinks
!!!!
There have to be some rules!
And some have to obey them….
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This is NOT Monday Gossip
it is Friday Moan…
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Are you going to nationalise the mines?
NTFS.
(Not This Friday, Stupid!)
--
li Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 30, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
TUESDAY
24/8
There is lots going on.
I’m not much informed about what is going on in Grietjie thanks to Telkom’s kindness which keeps it safely from me.
Not operating, and if then erraticaly.
So nothing gets to me.
Some of my kind guests brought me a newspaper.
And what do I do?
Shoot the guests.
HM, governemt had some idea like that recently I can recollect vaguely….
not guests, bastards!
I had an airgun on my dining table when a guest comes in.
he asks:
What do you shoot?
I reply:
Guess!
Guests? OH!
And he hastily vacates my house….
Am I that obvious…?
I don’t know about blood diamonds, dirty stones, but I know about this bloody hospitality business.
Why has hospitality so close to hospital?
There is a reason, I’m sure.
Comes from the same stem.
And terrorist to tourist?
There is some hidden message or agenda behind all of this.
I will give it a go and put a theory behind it.
Oh, yes and erratic and errotic?
What is it with the english language?
And harm and harmony.
British humour?
We in Grietjie have some monuments which should be actually clebrated as such.
Eternal elephants at nr 112 is one such a thing.
it is a brilliant victory of human speirit.
I applause.
they do not damage anything like trees and dwellings, pipes and flowers.
They are reliably in one place, they nevr grow bigger(the small ones), they do not make noise, excrements or babies.
They can be claimed as ones property/asset, they don’t have to be shot, treated or otherwise.
But even though the ivory might be stolen.
But then it is easily replaceable.
Maybe the tusks should be loose so the ivory hunters do not have to damge the rest of the animal.
Well, even in such case then one can have elephant ruins.
Europe is full of ruins attracting tourists and terrorists alike.
Why not Grietjie ruined?
Some ruins can be profitable.
I also like the spirit of the clever guys from ANCYL.
They want to nationalise the mines.
(As long as it is not MINDS)
Go for it.
I think it is brilliant idea.
They say it is wrong that most of the minerals get exported.
True.
They must stay in SA.
I agree.
Leave them where they are, keep them underground and all problems are solved.
let trees grow and be happy.
Go for it guys!
In case there still would be mining then the people will get the proceeds! (not much..)
Go for it.
?
ANC IS the people, stupid.
(stupids are non members of ANC or ANCYL so called NONANC)
Nothing new…..
Obviously one is stupid not to be ANC because then one is not people and so one cannot benefit of country’s riches, that is clear.
Isn’t communication marvelous?
my guests arrive back from the park.
I can see the lights at the parking.
one guest calls me.
we just arrived.
i can see that.
We chat and I ask what did they see in the park.
I stirr my pots and bowls at the stove while talking.
We saw lions, elephants…
Oh, by the way look at the river there are elephants just now.
Where, I can’t see them.
(it is 7PM=dark)
Just opposite the cottage I heard the splashing, I watched them now now, but I had to go to cook dinner.
Oh, yes, I must call the others.
Please don’t let them walk around in the dark, this is not Stuttgart.
Game drive:
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August 30, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Friday again
not 13th but….
the day started with my morning walk.
When I get to the pool there are vultures on the trees.
I start looking for a dead body.
The dogs found it.
A bushbuck in a gulley, not much left of it.
I have my guys to drag it out in the open so the vultures can get to it.
My dogs have a snack and fight first.
I go and have my coffee, checking on the sitting birds in the surrounding trees.
Just before breakfast, Silias tells me:
the thing is down.
Oh, the vultures are flying down to the carcass.
I leave the dogs behind, get a camera and go to the scene.
It is cloudy, windy, cold and drizzling.
The carcass is still empty, no one there.
The vultures are flying high above, some are sitting on trees close by.
Cold wind is making me shiver.
I make a few photos when the battery dies….
I wonder what killed the bushbuck, old age or another predator?
Most of him was eaten when we found it.
He was old, I checked the teeth, or what was left of them.
There was another bushbuck watching the scene, maybe he was moving in the dead one’s territory.
One man’s death is another man’s bread.
Should apply to animal kingdom as well.
When I’m just about giving up and want to go,
the huge birds start circling lower and lower, I can hear the flapping wings above my head.
And suddenly they start landing.
They put out the landing gear, claws and all upfront and land on a very short runway.
Half a meter, about.
There are two sorts, one smaller and brown, one bigger and creamy.
They squeel like pigs when fighting each other.
There is about 30, 40 birds at the carcass, dust and feathers flying high,
squeels and flapping, nabbing (=clashing two or more beaks in fight, in swenglish) goes on.
More birds are landing, some jumping away, some flying up.
Commotion.
I see a jackal close by.
I see 3 jackals running to safety little further out.
Waiting.
One jackal is coming back, waiting for the right moment.
She runs in the middle of the birds.
Some back off some stay but none really attack her.
She retreats a bit, but not for long.
Another attack, this time all vultures back off.
She grabs one leg and is trying to drag the carcass away.
Even if there is just the skin connecting the 3 limbs left and the head, it is big for a jackal and heavy as well.
She finaly manages to tear a piece of skin and flesh.
She runs away with it.
Not far, she leaves it further away in the grass and goes bravely back.
Chases off the feeding vultures again and now she drags all she can.
She succeeds to drag it about 10 meters before she gives up.
It is still too big and heavy.
She runs back to fetch the previous piece and disappears in the bush with it to give it to the rest of the family, I presume.
I think it is a she.
Mothers act like this.
Males don’t, they are selfish.
Or maybe not jackal males?
I’m charging the battery. Maybe there will be a picture of sort.
--
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 30, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
I’d better start writing before Monday….
I wish….. it is Thursday again…. well, before Monday again…
Tuesday
17/8
We all have bloody neighbours and as if that wasn’t enough I’ve got bleeding neighbours.
I have the blood around the pool, on the bridge, on the porch,
everywhere they ran after each other…
I wasn’t involved, nothing to do with me.
They had some internal disagreement with each other and saw the only way out by terminating the other Alfa male,
something like the governemnt applies on bigger scale.
Eliminating at least people writing about it.
But not all neighbours are bleeding.
My friend being a guest at Mfubu was wandering about in the bush looking for cell connection
and found two neighbours being amorous to each other on the hill.
So not all affection is lost, between neighbours.
And they even told her where to find it.
I had another friend over for work.
That’s what friends are for.
Among other things.
He was oiling the whole lodge.
(Done a blody good job as well!)
And as if that wasn’t enough he even cooked.
(By cooking I mean braing.)
On Friday the 13th!
Earlier that day a pigeon flew into the house window, got eliminated on impact, fell by gravity,
got defeathered by friendly dogs
and been garded over by Tascha rest of the day.
I also got a dead mouse.
It didn’t fly anywhere, ran out of batteries or in the door.
It just died on me.
The cursor didn’t move I could only course,
and call another friend to take it to a revival centre, which she did and I’m grateful for it.
Obviously the revival centre doesn’t work miracles, no speedy recoveries there.
Dead mouse is still dead.
Only now I got it in writing.
Death certificate or receipt from the mortuary.
Mouse still dead only somewhere else, In connection with revival.
Bloody battlefield:
the phone went also dead.
He does that quite often.
(Perhaps time to get a friend to oil telkom?…)
In the evening Tascha brought her own meat to the braai.
Dead pigeon.
We have a saying in Czech:
Don’t expect roasted pigeons to fly in your mouth.
I think Tascha got pretty close to it, she only had him roasted.
The final death of the day was positive.
The fire.
It died and hasn’t been revived by the wind which swept me of my feet and to the arms of Morpheus.
(I did wake up.)
Dead right, it was a bloody Friday 13th…. >:o
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–
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 30, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
10/8
I wonder how is Matisse font?
We have been frozen out by Telkom, Eskom and the Weather.
Under the weather circumstances the Antarctis started blowing icy breath.
My fingers went blue and stale and I had to give up on gossiping.
Matisse again:
By FrIDAY
13th
the sun came out so I can carry on gossiping…
The EAG has a competition.
Eskom is assisting gravity in the same but faster way than the elephants.
And it creates EAN= Eskom Annoyed Neighbours
we all know the feeling….
Those in their turn create:
NAT
Neighbour Annoying Telkom.
Telkom has a tower on our neighbours property.
Telkom doesn’t pay rent.
Neighbour switches of telkom..
Telkom switches us all off.
Now we have
TAN
Telkom Annoyed Neighbours and so it goes for a week!
If we didn’t have neighbours we wouldn’t get annoyed?
On the other hand we always have the weather.
That creates PAW.
People Annoyed by Weather
This is going nowhere and I definitely do not want to annoy any neighbours! MAN! (Mfubu Annoying Neighbours)
Back to Monday.
This time we started with a game drive.
The car didn’t strike it worked!
The sun was up and out even if it didn’t warm too much.
And we learned that mopani trees when the elephants start eating it, (which shakes them),
they immediately put their defences in action and make the leaves bitter and unedible and the ellies leave them for the worms.
I suppose the worms are sneaking around the branches very carefully not to shake the tree.
That is a sort of freedom: you decide who do you want to be eaten by!
(Did I mention having two bad choices in my last gossip?)
All in all we didn’t see many animals but had fun and few drinks.
By six we were ready for the pub.
Some snacks, some beers, some wine, a guitar, a player, a singer, a barman, some giggling ladies….
Old goodies of Beatles, Neil Diamond, Simon& Garfunkel and there you have it:
headache
but only next morning and not for long.
We did get carried away…..
And so……….what gossip?
I only accept gossip in writing from now on.
Just to be sure.
This is not gossip but is in writing.
non english people trying to book at Mfubu:
….two adults in the same room….
…..and I fell in love from this place….
…..I am very happy to go in your cottage….
Yes, people do not know what they are getting in to…..
but that’s the fun. the NOT knowing.
Like now i didn’t have any idea the Matisse will take over….
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 4, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Wednesday
4/8
I didn’t only discover meaning of life but also invisible ink, so to speak, a digital one.
Yesterday’s gossip was black on black which makes the text invisible.
The same applies to any colour.
If you mark it with your mouse(preferably not a dead one),
it appears!!!!
Voila!
I also got confirmed the fact
that there is NO higher speed in Universe but light!
So forget the car.
Although if there would be more energy to speed things up beyond light speed,
that additional energy will not become speed but matter.
We are back to the start.
e=mc2
Or is it a mass?
Doesn’t matter matter?
it is a mess….
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This is not gossip.
Just trying to enlighten the masses…
on Wednesday.
(I might forget till next Monday due to speedy forgettery.)
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.co
August 3, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
3/8
Dark matter?
Dark matters.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter how dark it is.
One just can’t see the light in the dark.
Sometimes we prefer to stay in the dark.
Light can be damaging and fast.
Light is actually the fastest in all universe.
Although sometimes I think time is catching up.
Under certain conditions time is faster than light.
Actually quite often.
Very often we run out of time before we see the light!
When I was a kid I thought I understood the speed of light.
You switch it on and it’s there.
Bloody fast and the bulb is ON.
(I think Eskom also understood how to use light to speed up decline or income….)
The older I get the more problems I have.
If I drive at night I can see the approaching car’s lights only for a certain time/distance.
How come that in million years, light years, somebody could see it in that distance(1 parsec)?
Yes, I can’t see the light because it is so fast that it actually is much further that I can see.
It is already somewhere else the moment I see it.
But if the light sits on a car, moving, how does that add up?
Does it move even faster? Speed of light + speed of the car?
I know, relativity.
Everything in the the universe boils down to relations.
I won’t go into that.
Next step from relations are relatives.
We all have those.
Sonner or later relatives die.
Willingly or not, being a relative means you get (or they get) all earthly possesions of your relative (or yours).
Even without a will in some countries.
In our turn we are relatives too and we will die too.
We are used to be rulers of all universe and not being physically around to tell everybody our mind makes no difference,
we make a WILL.
There is apparently something called willing nil.
Or living will?
How much can a will be alive is another dark matter.
We want those who stayed alive to act as if we were still alive as well and we give them hell.
So there are hundreds and thousands of rules and whole departments dealing with the dead and lawyers and other species dealing with the matter.
The matter (very dark) being: the dead’s whims.
And we think old Egyptians were bad.
We have put up more pyramids (counting the energy spent on the same issue) that if they were in stone
the weight would tip the Earth.
Joking, I know there luckily is not more rubbish we can add unless we venture out of Earth and bring some back from the backyard of Milky way.
Unless we stashed all the matter on one side? Might tip the axel again.
Most human beings, relative or not, write once in alife time.
Even if you never took a pen to write a love declaration, a bit of poetry, a shopping list, a demand or a postcard.
You write the only document in your life.
The WILL!
Pity really, it will be read only after you are not there.
Or so you hope.
And not only read but OBEYED!!!
(Is that the living part of it?)
Maybe that is why we try to accummulate as much as possible while alive and have children
so we can make sure while we are dead! that
our children will spend rest of their lifes fighting over what we will. Same we did.
They will do the same to their children.
And the life continuity is safe.
I discovered meaning of life!:
accummulate much and have children!
(have fun playing the game!)
some enlightened beings opt to withdraw from the race
as they consider life rather a journey than race.
Why would one have an insurance on own life?
Can you buy a new one(life) for the money?
For yourself I mean.
And what life would that be?
If you get a small amount of money, you get a miserable one, or short?
No matter what, you get NONE.
Some things one cannot buy for money. One of those ‘things’ is life.
(Ransoms excluded.)
Life insurance is money ONLY though.
So why insure your life for money?
So that somebody else rather would see you dead?
Have you got a WILL?
We are not equal in life but we are equal in death.
We are the same dead.
Either you will or not.
Comforting….
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Black is actually only the darkest shade of white.
It is NOT a colour.
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 2, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
27/7
Another birthday.
If one has a big enough family there are birthdays right through the year.
34 years ago under a swedish (I’m gratefull for that) surgeons knife a little hairy rat was exposed to this world.
Despite the 1290grams or just over 2 pounds this creature had the brain, the lungs, the stomach, (the hospital had an incubator),
everything, all the building stones of a little human to start the journey.
My son still has them all and not small any more but also aged more and used.
34.
I have been born into my parents utopia.
And I wondered ever since why is it or what makes us to choose something we regret?
My parents were decent people.
They thought communism sounded like a really good idea?
Be nice to everybody. Fair. Equal.
They believed in it.
Now I know that the idea of communism may not be so bad but it is not for human beings.
Maybe angels.
I do give my parents credit that it wasn’t all just their choice.
The world got divided after the war and people had very little to say about their destiny or their country’s destiny.
My parents were building new country, new future, literary in this case a dam.
(Although at that time strictly speaking they weren’t my parents yet.)
When you are young you have ideals and after the war I imagine there was a surge for “lets doit” spirit.
This was in the early 50ties, which means the communist paradise was in operation since 1948.
The young and bold went into the hardship voluntarily, they were free to build a dam.
My mother though conveniently broke her leg and my father attended to the injuries being a medical student on site.
I suppose, building of a dam passed second to sex and the building site was abandoned to add insult to injury.
Well, even the communist youth was aloud* to fall in love (with other communists,
not capitalists, terrosist, foreigners, other sexes, religions, non censured literature or wrong colours.)
Hmmm, obviously the rulers must have known that young virile workforce can be very unreliable, especially when you don’t pay them.
But the high spirit did last for few years.
Until life as such got in the way and everybody realised that even in the paradise you need money
to buy things if you can find any, you have to get a plummer if you are not handy yourself, and you still have to pay him even if it is for free by definition
and the nasty capitalist with the chains around peoples ankles can actually do better,
have fridge, car, eat bananas, meat, and can believe whatever and can travel wherever.
We were not allowed to travel for our own good, we might see the “misery” behind the curtain.
I didn’t know a living communist.
Well, yes the government was made of them, so called communists, comrades.
Mine and others parents were just used, their enthusiasm was used to tighten and lengthen their own snooze.
The LONG SNOOZE lasted 41 years.
It is a lifetime!
That is why I promised myself not to have children where they will NOT have a choice or only two bad ones, like me.
So I ran.
Knowing I had preeclampsia I prefered the knife held by a “capitalist” who cared rather than a communist caring by definition.
We never learn from history.
We make the same mistakes over and over.
Well, practise make perfect, we are really getting the grip of it.
My parents couldn’t see the future, they believed, they been taken for a ride.
Freedom is responsibility and it is not easy to stay awake.
You snooze you’re loose….
Too late for regrets.
There is no other way,
or is there?
How to change peoples minds?
As the mind is in the brain
there are only two ways.
Both fairly drastic.
One lethal.
Transplant the brain, hopefully an improvement.
Or blow it out, which is lethal but efficient and much cheaper than transplant.
I am not aware about using the first method ever yet.
The other one proved 100% succesfull.
(The legality of things is another grey matter of fish….)
As a matter of fact some people’s brains turn me grey!
Have yoga now, I’ll try to enter my brain…
I carry on later, hopefully enlightened.
I was thinking about Monsieur Gillotine.
He was the frontrunner for mind change by separating the body from the brain station located in the head.
Sadly he tried it on himself (not voluntarily) and couldn’t improve anything as his brain was separated from the rest….
rest in piece, or two.
At least he knew he done a good job.
He didn’t have to fear any mishaps.
Liberte? Egalite? Fraternite?
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*aloud = nothing we can do about it, in worse cases, separate!
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 2, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
I'm sitting at the computer, it is blowing like mad outside, my fingers are cold, nasty emails are raining in, the sun is trying to brake through the clouds and
there is a kingfisher landing on a branch of a fallen tree(due to EAG*, the tree is still growing only more horisontal)
he is sitting there in the wind, checking the ground for worms,
his hair is standing up in the wind, his blue wings neatly folded over his body and the long red beak is pointing wherever he looks.
His little body is fluffy and hopefully warm, his head either alert or leaning aside and I realise we humans have lost it.
Every stronger breath of air lifts his hair on the neck, even ruffles the wings.
This is why I am here.
This little guy makes me happy only by his pure existence.
Being there.
He(or she) doesn't know it.
There is no purpose in it, he doesn't want to make me smile.
He just IS. Going about HIS/ERS business.
The rest is up to me!
Why can't we JUST BE?
Why do we have to BE (with adjectives like:) nasty, jealous, greedy, stroppy, malicious TO each other?
This is a ' party ' phenomenon, you cannot be nasty, malicious, greedy if you are on your own, only in company with others one IS all this.
Does that mean that the community itself makes us different/negative? Is it the competitivness, the power struggle, the urge to be recognised?
Even if only by a dog we can rule or be nasty TO?
Why can't we enjoy life.
We of all beings ARE aware of it. The JOY. Or at least that's what we think.
We do lose focus for all the above.
Just look out of the window (if you have one) and see (if you are not blind) what's out there.
There is no misery.
Misery is our invention, it is US. (Not the United States! at least not in this case.)
And we are the highest developed species?
Funny really.
We are just plain stupid!
Most of the time.
Greed makes us much poorer.
But first it makes us blind so we don't see, we lose the focus and we fight just for the sake of fighting.
And the winning is not always a progress. And by progress I mean going forward.
definition 1:1:1
Going forward is actually to keep the point of balance upwards otherwise we would fall due to gravity...
(locomotion is essentially a continual process of falling forward..)
We can fall all by ourselves.
We don't need anybody's assistance.
We are best.
Or did I say plain stupid?
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EAG = Elephant Assisted Gravity
in my turn:
I wish I could be of any assistance to the elphants
not to the gravity anymore
there is too much debris down already...
there is not much left standing by the human assistance
:-\
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 2, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
TUESDAY
20/7
Every day is somebody’s birth’s day.
We are produced every hour, minute, second,
that is why there are so many of us.
We keep close to some, run away from others.
Sometimes we run out of space.
Sometimes we need our own.
Sometimes we mark our space.
To keep some out and some in?
Sometimes we are divided by walls which governments, or “peoples will” require.
Sometimes we break the Berlin walls and put up our own, private ones.
We all have fences in our heads which divide us
We all have the ability to reach out but we seldom use it.
And just because of our laziness to reach out we rather go to wars.
How wrong we can shape situations.
Friends of mine were in Sweden, they are dutch,
in northern part, it is a miserable day, it rains, it’s cold(note: it is summer).
The guys are fishing the two wives just go for a ride in a car.
On the road they see a determined woman despite the weather running or rather walking with the sticks.
The wives admire the strong will.
No matter what weather this lady IS determined.
The two girls in the car wave friendly.
The runner stops in the middle of the road and gives them the finger…..
Yes, she must have been pissed of with herself, but then why run when it’s pissing down?
People just make themselves miserable and want others to join!
And that is the way we create a human environment.
Where everybody is pissed with everybody.
But sometimes we are just pissed.
Together.
There is time for everything.
Time to live, time to die, time to love, time to kill, time to sober up.
When that comes it’s time to show the claws or clause, depending on ones disposition.
You can’t change leopards spots, neither claws I presume.
We humans do, we change, we add a clause or two here and there.
We making rules for ourselves not to obey.
(Religion gave evil a purpose, but I leave this for next time…)
It is easy to make others miserable but it is as easy to make others happy.
I’m sure everybody knows the feeling of gratitude and tpgethrness
when you sit at the wheel and just been pulled over because you were doing 80 in 60.
And the young guy looks at your license and lets you go!
(Gives me the Hugankiss desire.)
Imagine how many happy people would be on earth when any police offficer would do that.
They could spread happiness!
By law!
And the result might be less speeding!
Happy people don’t rush, they linger.
So call it a mirackle if you like.
You did it!!
Just be positive!
If it rains cats and dogs, don’t go out and run.
F**K IT!
Take a car and wave to others doing the same.
watching the rain
in comfort!
No speeding….
and…
no claws…clause out
santa clause?
Are they related?
This picture has nothing to do with the above, unless it will make you happy.
.
But it is the only one I managed to plaster in here.
Glad for small mercies.
actually I didn’t….
not even small mercies…
bugger
I can do this one…
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It IS there. Mirackle!
mstery..
(Kids in Maputo in an artists house.)
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
August 2, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
13/7
Everything comes to an end.
The last match played, the streets empty, the pubs closed, the teams back home.
Even the weather is chillier.
According to psychologists it will take a week to adjust and level out for the normality again.
The whole country is battling it out.
Government and parastatals spent around 50 million on tickets.
Police commissioner is busted, judged and facing the music.
I wonder, they may confiscate the HIFI as his legal fees run HI.
And all the others can pocket in as ever.
One medical doctor in a state hospital approached the CEO to apply for a well needed incubator.
“No,” the CEO replied, “I need a plasma screen for my office.”
I’m sure he knew plasma had something to do with medicine….
Maybe he would watch ER, Doctors, Holby city, Casualty and Scrubs.
Not waisted at all!
To hell with incubators!
(Don’t disturb while I watch “Hospital on the edge of town”)
Here we are, the hell comes handy all the time.
On the other hand in hell they may not need incubators, hell IS an incubator!
Send the newborns there then.
They are sent there, here, the moment they are born.
This is all part of globalisation, hell and heaven in one place, on planet earth.
So noone can complain.
Actually maybe our fridges created hell.
Fridge creates cold by extracting the heat.
Where does all the heat go?
To hell?
Or the accumulated heat ends up as hell.
I knew the humans created it. This is the case.
We could cool the planet from the global warning by producing more ice
but only if we didn’t produce the heat in the process.
That is how we created the global warming,
by producing the cool and ice in the fridge.
And who got the biggest fridges?
The Americans!
Our definition of an American used to be:
they are Russians with fridges.
Per definition, Russia is so cold, no need for fridges.
There was not much to store in them either.
And vodka can be drunk at room temperature, especially if that is 5 above zero.
Luckily alcohol doesn’t freeze.
Can be inbibed in very cold conditions.
That is the reason for popularity in cold countries…
Absolutly no names….
Lots of Russians starved to death.
They used the potatoes for distilling….
But given that we humans always do the right thing for our survival,
even by not using logic or common sense.
We have done very well so far.
The dangerous life of single overfifties:
One night stand.
Forget the morning after pill.
Don’t forget all the other pills!
Could be last night stand….
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trying to draw a rosy picture….
Isn’t Africa closer to hell, considering the heat?….
Why does one need incubators in Africa?
A friend of mine has been put in an oven instead, on low, about like making merengues.
(As a premature baby as a matter of fact..55years ago, he still is here)
Survival is fun!
even funny…
Aren’t stoves cheaper than incubators?
And can be used for other things, even cooking!
--
Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
July 8, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
6/7
This time, I try to be humorous only.
No message there.
Just a little one maybe….
There is oil gushing out of earth on the bottom of a sea.
Nobody got a big enough cork to stop it.
Gushing up and getting to the bottom…
Tough luck.
As Jack used to say:
I had lots of luck in my life, some of it was bad.
Now this bad luck(leak) is spreading all over the surface of an ocean, it is black, fatty, smelly, sticky and terminal.
Terminal to all living creatures with the bad luck of being in this wrong place at the wrong time.
Except to the human spill who got the responsible company’s shares.
There would have to be at least hundred oilbursts like this to bring the oil industry to its knees.
So far wading in oil and going strong.
A BP spokesperson made this statement with a smile:
There is so much money in the oil that we would need at least 100 disasters like this to reconsider.
Not terminal for the company then.
But there is lot of oil wasted, not only any revenue comes out of it but the contrary, it costs.
Could one handle a few open geysers?….
Maybe he didn’t consider he might run out of luck, in this case oil.
Only if the oil eliminates most of the clients then the profits will plummet.
But because the cormorans, whales and seals are not customers, there is no need to worry.
And we all ask:
What planet do we leave to our children?
I suggest a simple solution.
Don’t leave any children!
Problem solved….
Although children are fun sometimes.
Czech president was visiting a provincial town.
Two 19year olds couldn’t get close enough to have a look.
Not having binocs they climbed up on the roof of their house with an airgun
and watched the president through its telescope.
Keeping the president in their sight….
Yes, they got eventually busted,
but only after the one, bored while waiting for his turn to look,
was aiming the gun on the preisdent and people around
until somebody got offended.
(yes, they took the scope of, one had a gun and one had a scope)
The boys got released as the gun was not even functional.
You just make use of anything serving a purpose.
This is actually the geniuosnes of human mind!
But this also shows that people are most of the time NOT vicious, they are just…..kids.
We do stupid/funny things.
It’s such a pity that few idiots succeed to deprive us our childishnest.
But there are bright moments.
On Sunday evening, some friends were leaving Mfubu.
They had the bad luck to find on their way home two broken cars(passengers in) in need of towing.
Being delayed and slowed down affected their ETA.
And thanks to that they were in the right place at the right time!
And for the first time in all 8 lives they saw an
ARDVARK!
I never saw one myself!
There is lot of luck out there and not all is bad.
It is just unpredictable.
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
July 5, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
29/6
Monday was.
Tuesday IS.
To hell with death.
(Hell is very useful, you can send anything/body there.)
Hell is the past, it is where you are when you are WAS.
Paradise is now.
When we ARE, not WERE.
I should write about the living.
The pub crowd was very much alife.
(Even if I say was?)
Yes, they were all alive yesterday and hopefully they still ARE today.
Was alive, that is ambiguous isn’t it?
Is this the way how I avoid writing about death?
Call it was alive….
Let’s not get linguistic…
(I settle for WAS rule: past tense doesn’t always mean death.)
Few party pals came, even the fishing one, flew over the river and sat on a tree.
Where else can you combine natural wonders and good human company in civilised way?
(Provided “non comatose drinking” is excercised…)
We all love the bush.
But we love ourselves more.
And for the love of ourselves we have to civilise the bush to suit our needs.
If we really LOVED the bush we would leave it alone.
(Well, that IS crazy.)
Because if we want to be in it it has to be on our conditions.
And the conditions are merciless!
Merciless to the bush and its remaining inhabitants!
I think that’s where the expression AMBUSH comes from.
I think it comes from: I am (in the) bush.
We get a piece of bush.
We need a road to get there.
We bring the heavy artillery to cut it down and plough throug.
We need a dwelling from where to watch the bush or the remains of it.
We bring a building squad.
We draw the cables in for electricity, we drill for water, we dig canals, septics, we put up a dwelling for builders.
We put up towers for phone, water tank, repair ramp, watchtower.
Some of us even plough for an airfield, hanger.
And we mix tons of cement to make a steady ground. Sort of an artificial rock.
We try to make everything to look LIKE nature, only we use concrete, plastic and other man made materials.
We pour litres of chemicals in the ground to kill the termites and all.
But the creatures are still getting us, we treat wood with deadly potions to make its taste terminal.
We fumigate, we spray, ourselves and around just to keep the creatures at bay.
We put up fences for the bigger ones, we get guns to eliminate the smaller ones.
We employ a small army to keep the bush at distance.
Pull out the weeds, cut down trees, bushes so we can see further (the nose comes to mind).
It is still creeping on us.
Do we still love it?
Trees ripped out of ground, lawn decimated, roof on ground, wasps in the ridge, killer bees in the outside shower,
monkey pee/poo on the deck, termites in the deck, squirrels pee/poo on the walls not to mention the gheckos,
cobwebs everywhere, waterpipes leaking, treeroots pulling up the driveway, porcupines eating roots and bulbs,
warthogs causing collapse of swimming pools (digging borrows).
The sun drying and bleaching all.
Revitalising the pools with algea.
More chemicals to throw in it.
More fertilisers to keep the lawn, more water from the ground, more electricity for the fence….
Lizzards nesting in the generator, elephants gorging the water tanks,
rodents eroding anything in their path, snakes eating rodents…
Birds eaten by snakes.
Rain washing off the roads.
Cockroaches, scorpions, mossies, spiders, Beatles, stinkbugs…
Noisy bats, dangerous crocs, lions, hyenas.
We do love the bush as long as it is on a safe distance.
That’s why we do the AMBUSH.
When we are done with all “development”
we sit down with a drink and cigarette on our (wood/concrete) verandas
and complain how expensive it is when the unruly animals/nature destroy
the pipes, trees, bushes, garden, pool, fence, walls, cars…….
And we flicker the cigbutt over the rail.
And we have to do something about this.
Let nature pay!
And we organise a hunt or two.
Luckily there are those who pay to kill. They are called hunters.
Those who get paid to kill are called mercenaries.(Does it have anything to do with mercy? I wonder.)
That way the animals will pay for the damages they made on our farm .
Heureka, how smart is that!
(there are too many of them anyway, we don’t have space for all! We actually doing them a favour!)
No wonder we are the smartest creatures on Earth.
For the proceeds we can get a tractor and develop a bit more….
Hmmm, I need a bigger house, my neighbour got two….
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I’m so glad that despite all this (us being in the bush) the fishing pel still comes around….
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haven’t got a picture…
:-[
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Somebody told me the other day:
it is SOOO beautiful here!
You should put up a caravan park here!
(got the picture?)
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
June 23, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
22/6
Monday was the longest day of the year.
Not here.
We had the longest night of the year.
(Still something to brag about.)
We are heading for the brighter time again,
the sun 'stopped', turned and coming back south,
which means warmer weather in southern hemisphere....soon.
This happens if you believe in it or not.
That is reassuring.
I should write about the living.
Alias the nut theory in a nutshell:
Why put up rules to prohibit harmless actions?
If I eat pork I don't do any harm to anybody, except the pig of course.
But then one is allowed to eat beef, chicken, fish, so it is not about the slaughter.
(Well, you have to let the blood run out...)
You can still kill the pig as long as you don't eat it...
Same case with people.
People kill people but they don't eat them, in most cases anyway.
I don't do anybody harm if I work on Sunday/Saturday
(as long as I don't make noise disturbing the neighbours!)
What is work actually?
What if I repair my dress or shoe, wash my clothes, cook my dinner? does one need a dispanse?
If unmarried prostitute works on Sunday is it a double sin....?
One doesn't harm anybody by having sex before marriage or by painting nails?
Or by showing a face?
This is all about power.
There is somebody, somewhere, the most vicious mind plotting all this.
Forbid harmless things and allow atrocities.
I think we are heading the wrong way.
If you kill yourself and others you won your glory?
Are we nuts?
The answer is yes.
What an ambiguoes bunch we humans are.
Look how much knowledge we gathered despite all odds.
Made it accessible for all by technology.
And still.
The more information we get the more we believe in nonsense.
We believe in magic properties of things.
We believe in UFOs, we believe in winning magic lottery, we believe in rhinohorn, spirits, mediums, we believe in hell.
What hell? We don't have to believe in it, we already have it.
But there is paradise, I don't believe in it.
I live in it.
Next to hell.
'hell are the others' (JPSartre)
Everybody can create one or the other
Or live on the edge between.
Like most of us.
And it looks to me that the football got at least the profits right.
Whatch out religion the football is catching up!
The small usefullness of human genius:
we developed a lot, we have electricity(more or less), computers, cables, energy.
This little Alfons benefits of the spills of our extraordinarity.
He lies on an adapter which if connected emmitts just the pleasant amount of heat to warm this little coldblooded creature.
Thank you, mr. Maxwell, Edison, etc.
Isn't this the real magic?
I happened to see an interview with somebody.
People are on popular talk shows and talk.
Mostly banalities. And we love banalities that is why talk shows are succesfull.
So there is a pretty woman talking, I don't know her name.
She says she wanted to teach her 5 year old to love and respect animals so she bought one.
I don't know what animal eventually they entrapped with respect and caged for love.
A photo of a python was showed, wringled around her neck and thigh.
How about human beings.
Something to love and respect?
Why not buy one and put it in a cage?
No need, pay one, it will stay in the money cage.
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sorry, it won't get better, inspiration drought? :-[
I apologise for the spelling but I didn't master this patlop yet on that issue.
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
June 15, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
15/6
yes, it is here again.
Another week, another lion, another lucky Tuesday!
The football started!
Oh, and to get back to my last Tuesday, just to add one:
we are also dead at the same time and space.
One starts to be dead and the others follow….
(And are the dead connected with the living?
By time and space, well, the dead are dead while others are alive at the same time and on the same planet…)
But this is more complicated.
We are dead alright but the rest depends on what we believe.
Does heaven and hell stand for two different dimensions?
(The two institutions are for dead only!)
If that is the case, the statement is incorrect.
Purgatory has been abolished,
has it? because the pope says so?
What if it is still there?
Another dimension for the dead to choose?
Can church also abolish heaven and hell? How come?
Maybe it was established by it at the first place?
Could be, the church got the money selling places in heaven/out of hell, indulgences,
or did they pass it on to GHRS? God’s heavenly revenue service?
No way, hell, and heaven are too profitable to abolish….
If we become food for maggots and be dissolved into smaller particles, atoms, etc., then what?
We still can maintain we are connected by time and space,
as we are still on the same planet at the same time and the distance has diminished as our atoms can mingle with others.
In that case the statement is correct.
Although we entered another dimension ourselves.
Is it us if we are spread all over?
We lose the ability to be human, as the spread atoms do not have mind and voice.
Because that’s what makes us human.
(We are able to tell others our mind.)
(More or less succesfuly…)
What if one is always reincarnated?
then
we are infinitely connected by time and space.
In that case aren’t there any new individuals at all?
And how many did one start with?
Where did the first ones come from? (MG?)
Can one calculate the numbers of any beings reincarnated at the same time
or do some wait for their (re)turn as all the bodies are taken?
at certain periods?
Where do they wait?
If there are more humans?
Does it mean there is less of something else?
That’s right!
Probably all the extinct and almost extinct animals are people now.
Well, in a way that is an unfortunate development…
So all the millions killed elephants go around as Richard, Susan, Ali or Lebotla?
Or fly around as mossies?
OMG!
I will not kill another cricket!
Oh, yes this is the point!
Hindu don’t kill anything not to squash the mother in law by accident?
Oh, that’s why Pakistan was established.
(Change the rules (=religion) and start killing.)
Luckily, our ancestors were smart and got us the right religions, so we don’t have to break any rules.
What a relief. We CAN kill.
As long as we don’t eat pork, work on a Sunday/Saturday, have sex before marriage or paint the nails.
Let’s call it cull. (Kill sounds vulgar.)
Maybe hunt. (Sounds justified and reimburst.)
Even if the culling/killing/hunting is double the terrible.
Not only we kill but we may kill somebody’s grandmother and the worst will happen:
this dead elephant, buffalo, impala will reappear as another Tumba, Eva, Javeez or Oli.
OMG!
OMG!
That is here faith comes in.
If we believe we are doing the right thing we are OK.
Why fight it?
Our human nature!
We have to kill, otherwise it wouldn’t be us, we are good at it and we have always done it,
we are no savages, we are civilised,
we have a rational excuse as always (burning witches, war in Iraq, stone women, club the seals…just name it).
If we stop killing,
we may loose our (human?) face!
(faith never gets lost….)
It actualy bothers me less what happens when I’m dead.
What bothers me is now
when I live
connected with others by same limited space and time, lightyears apart.
Who the hell is hanging outside my window?
Onkel Alois?
God forbid, Saddam……?
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Not to confuse the issues: OMG=Oh, my god, MG=my god, (could be mighty god actually)
XL=40, not extra large, (40 is not a size either…)
short explanation:
people in our ‘nature reserve’ got fed up with animals and want to get rid of the subversive elements the only way we ever known:
elimination.
Some go even further: elimination for profit.
(I know, the bible got a book of profits…)
There is no way common sense can ever win over money….
Please, somebody out there, prove me wrong!
MG…perhaps…?
Oh, yes, I understand, common sense has been also abolished…
that’s it then
Call it management.
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
June 8, 2010 - Posted by eduard.filek - 0 Comments
Tuesday
8/6
yes, it is here again.
The same day year after year.
The consequences of this phenomenon for me are life threatening.
Why remind oneself everytime.
Why not have the three big ONES.
(or is it big three?)
One birth
One life
One death
But we are not happy with One.
We must multiply everything.
The more the happier?
But what about more wrinkles, more white hair?
Not to mention more problems…
There is only one sun, (I know, I know..)
which I’m completely happy with.
And it came out 6.13 as regular as ever.
(Here, in southern hemisphere, I am a winter child, does the character change as well?)
Some of the neighbours use internet, some phone, some sms, some come in person….
not one but three of them!
(here we have the big three…)
Three lions wished me happy birthday and let me live after scaring the dogs.
Due to this visit there were none of the other bush inhabitants to wish me happy birthday.
But one species is enough…
I am the one who is privileged, to have this much.
But still, I considered my death this morning would be a blow to me
as I haven’t read all the books I bought in Europe and didn’t drink the champagne yet.
I’m sure the lions considered this inconvenience and hopefully leave it till next time.
So if I keep filling the fridge and buying books, I should be OK….
On the other hand to die on ones birthday (later in life) makes it a sort of final statement and gives it a fair of wholeness.
A firm number.
I like firm numbers.
Like ONE.
After all we are all part of one biological life.
We are all connected by two dimensions, time and space.
(We all live at the same time on the same planet.)
So, what we all have in common?
Life.
Good to know…
The next one(dimention) is distance.
Can make difference between life and death,
if short or none(>0) to an unfriendly and stronger individual.
Next one, (demention),
nothing to do about that…
(my morning walks becoming a real walk of life……and death?)
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Oli Kuhnel
MFUBU LODGE & GALLERY
tel: +27 15 7696252
www.mfubu.com
