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CITY DISPATCH In the cities of this world, one theme runs the same over and over again. A young man, woman, or a family enters the city gates with enthusiasm after burning all the bridges behind them and conquering the city ahead of them no matter how old or new.  And on the other side the same numbers, give or take little exits the city gates, and vows never to return as they have plowed this concrete farmland to no avail. The bells toll for both, who come and go. But never for the ones who stay behind to endure its travails. GOD BLESS YOU May all be well with you DMD

Memories of a Funeral. It’s well past midnight. I sit beside an oil lamp in a city that sleeps late, as we all ponder the events of today. It’s the last hurrah of summer and the shadows of winter have crept in ever so slowly into this season of despair. We were robbed by the death of a beloved brethren, and this closed and tight community feels the loss of terribly. We are what we are, and who we are, and then there is the family, the neighbors, and friends. Who am I to the departed, I still don’t know, but I am here to say “Goodbye.” Early this evening darkness came early, and grave diggers were busy at the cemetery plot.   I could smell the freshly dug earth, and when all was said and done, as we all stood around I could hear the wooden coffin scrape the sides of the grave as it gently settled at the bottom, in the bosom of mother earth. I turned towards my sister and whispered in her ear, “he was very old, we are still very young, and we have a long way to go. “ She said “True,...

City Confessions. Here we only speak of  "Truth, and Forgiveness,’’ Parishioner said, “Bless me father because I have sinned.” The priest replied, “Why? “ “Where did you come up with that one? ‘’ “I will bless you when you do good, And condemn you if you do bad.’’ “Blessing you after you after you have sinned is not an option.’’ “Forgiveness that’s another chapter” The priest said, “My dear child, you have lost your way let me show you the path.’’ “The truth can be told in a second. But lies take a lifetime to deny. Was the serpent ever in your ears, did the evil one beguile you? ‘’ “So what do you want? “ “Forgiveness or condemnation. “ Suddenly the confession box grew awfully cold, as the priest pressed his ears harder to hear the answer. The repentant left and was well down the street to another church with a more lax and understanding Padre   God Bless You May all be well with you DMD

Love mysterious love . A Letter to my ethics and my morality, what else is left? Why stand at the edge of anything? Leap, leap into the abyss of love and embrace it fervor thusly, and meet s omeone at infinity and oblivion at the river they call emotion. Why go to the ocean edge and not even wet thy feet What’s the point of it all? Fill thine ears with wax, and hear no mournful cries, of lovers past. Hear no tales that might lure you away.   ‘’ Do not be lured away.” I pray thee, to hurry and take flight in the bosom of a siren's sweet song. Fly as this might be the very last time you may cross the impassable reef, the thin veil of unfaithfulness. Kismet brings strangers together so they can love. Kismet makes strangers into lovers. But fate does and has the final answer. God Bless You May all be well with you? DMD

Saddle up and buckle up  In this world, the disorder is very closely followed by the ordered life. Because one knows fully well that when humanity drops its guard it will surely win tomorrow. Just as the night brings mischief, and undoes the work of saints and angels, in this world. You must do your bit to bring, the order in this life, while you still have the time and the right inclinations. So, brethren, I say “ Saddle up and buckle up .”   Be generous, you are on the edge of giving, the wondrous gifts of Love, humility, peace, kindness, and sincerity. Give generously to each other, and to those in need or teach others who do not have the knack of it, and the lack of it. Season Greeting God bless you May all be well with you DMD

A Message of Love and Hope to the people Edo. As we stand on distant shores and gaze upon you and your country. Our heart goes out to you, in your hour of need, and we are truly sorry for your loss. Winter is fading slowly. Spring is almost here. Summer is rising fast. Glimpses of cherry blossoms. Yet another moon, yet another, blossom. In this dream of yours and mine, under a lifeless tree. Don't give up. God bless you. May all be well with you. DMD

Oh, Ma... I miss you! We shall all meet again. Oh, mother, I miss you. Mother, you cried for me when you brought me into this world, you did not care if I was a saint or a thief, we were both of sin. Yet you cried for me some more when I left you for the journey back home. But who mourned for thee, your village, your family, your loving pets. Who mourned for thee?  your neighbors and acquaintances, I do not know.  But I know, it was not the Parish , Priest. God bless you May all be well with you. DMD

Passion Fight.  On a very hot afternoon, somewhere in Southeast Asia, the monsoons had betrayed the farmers once again, and the city folks waited for the cool rains to fall and shower them with forgiveness and wash away their sins committed in the darkness of infidelity. Passions are running hot, as two lovers are in a pitched battle, one is the aggressor and one the defender and the dodger of flying objects in this household of abject poverty. And yet magically these two lovers switch roles, and their passions are ablaze, with no end in sight. The whole neighborhood, stands on the street, and sits on sidewalks and wait and see how it will play out. It's a theater in the park with no admission fee. These passionate lovers are brimming with mistrust, and hurl verbal accusations of deceit, and lies. As the stakes are high and family honor is at stake and Love is the ultimate prize. Where mankind has failed only Cupids intervention would settle this fight of fiery passion and regret, ...

Did you hear the whistle blow? So hit the gate ,quick hit the gate, don't slow down ,pick up your feet, head for the gate. Here comes the man with his overtime bait, don't stop, don't stop just hit the gate. He will tempt you like the devil , he will mess with your mind, and fill it with guilt, you just hit the gate. You are the donkey and the company man has the carrot. He will get what he wants from you , but you will never get the carrot in front of you . So when you hear the whistle blow , don't take the bait, don't slow down do your eight and hit the gate. Just hit the Gate, Where is the union man ??? He left you and now he got the job doing the eight. God bless you May all be well with you DMD

A word said, a word understood, a nod and a wink, an emotion betrayed and a hand gesture understood, but no words spoken; a spark is lighted in the world of the blogger. And a blog is born on a piece of paper or on the pixel screen. Let the hand maiden of imagination take you on the uncharted,unlighted world of   blog creation. May your blog light up and inspire others with its uniqueness and originality.  As always may you fight a good blog fight. If you are selling anything via your blog , I have nothing for you, you are basically a shop keeper with low overhead. Also what we do not need is another food blog, if   you are food blogger , I have nothing for you. We all have been   disappointed   by exotic fruits and cold cuts of meat and cheese from exotic towns of this world, coming to your  mail box in the   off-season   of nature, where you dwell. We all know what we like and   don't   like; none   of us after reading a fo...

Dying tree spoke to me. Dear stranger, sorry ! I could not give you no shade or no fruit to you. They have uprooted me. You should have come by when I was rooted, my soul rode the clouds on all days and all night, and humanity rejoiced under my shade. The winds and the clouds have planted my soul somewhere ,someplace far away where you will never uproot me. There is no respite for you and me, on this road, your tongue is dry ,your throat is parched, and I have been wrenched from my mother bosom.   Now there is no shade , no fruits on this treeless landscape you call home. God bless you May all be well with you DMD

Suddenly it happens, when you are alone or with the multitude, your human spirit reaches its limit of endurance of this world’s nonsense. The spirit cries out, in desperation, and tries to grasp at feeling, emotion, a wise saying or even a memory of yester years. It searches a million thoughts in a flash to grasp for something trust worthy and familiar to guide it from its present malaise. Tears running down on a stangers face, you see it everywhere from fancy neighborhoods to inner city sidewalks, and bus depot .P asserby remember when they were also there yet at another place and yet another time. This cold dish of raw emotion is for you today, but not for me I had my fill just yesterday …. Some of us, we are here for you, but not all of us. Your river of emotion has run dry, and your spirit is parched, it needs just a few drops of loving humanity from a passing stranger. Only if you could be so humble to just reach out, and say, “ Please would you help me, all I need is...