Raising money Kwami and his ‘alleged’ misstress

I was watching the news and I was baffled. The Mayor of Detroit and his ‘alleged’ mistress have groups of people raising money for their defense.

All of us saw the video of them testifying under oath, then we saw the text messages contradicting their sworn testimony (I believe that is called perjury), then they admitted and apologized for the text messages. She quited her job. He said he would not go away.

I really could not care less about them having an affair; but they used and abused their power, used tax payers money, they fired the cops that investigated them and destroyed their careers, they lied in court and now they claim they are being prosecuted unfairly… give me a break!!

I hope they don’t get away with it. I think those things only happen in corrupt governments. There are charges filed against them for the things that I mention and more. I really hope that justice can be served and I can still believe in the system. I don’t want to see politics and influence working to give them a slap on the wrist.

I was reading in the news how most of the judges in the District Court that is supposed to hear the case donated money either to Kwame or his mother’s campaign.

I remember last year when Christine Beaty was stopped for speeding, and she said to the police officer “do you know who I am?” I think everybody knows now.

What an embarrassment!!

 

 

Taking things for granted

I find it interesting how we start appreciating people and things when we don’t have them anymore.

I used to live in a city surrounded by mountains, a beautiful luscious green valley. We had two seasons, rainy/spring and dry/summer, both warm. When you have gorgeous skies everyday, you soon start ignoring them. I sometimes wondered why people did not dress for the weather, and soon enough I realized the weather was never a factor.

I believe that weather and geography affect the culture and moods of people. I guess it is easy to be optimistic when the sun is out there everyday smiling at you and saying everything is going to be okay.

I come from a worry free; tomorrow will be another day culture. The earth is rich and fertile; wherever a seed falls a tree grows. There is almost no plan for the future concern, there is little grudge holding, at least not for long. Memory is short term. This can be good, but also very bad.

 There is a group of protected indigenous people that live as they did before colonization, and you can see that state of mind reflected in their way of life. They are semi nomadic, the only crops they plant take several months to come out, so they plant them and move on, they live somewhere else plant the crops and leave, in the next place they’ll find the crops ready to use. Their time orientation is focus in today with little planning.

 If you see communities that live in climates where seasons change, they are forced to plan for the future in order to survive. That is reflected in their way of life to this day. They find inventive ways of preserving goods for the winter. They dry and cure meats. They need to create clothing for protection from the elements. The needs shape their behavior and mindset. 

One thing that I miss a lot is the ocean. It used to be half an hour away. Clear waters of warm, white sandy beaches that extended for miles on end. The last time I went to my former home, my husband and I booked our flights so that we could spend the day in Miami, and go to the beach. It was great, as soon as the plane landed, we ran to the beach and the first thing we both did was breath in that ocean. I have been to the beach in the shores of Lake Michigan, it is beautiful and you could be fooled by the fresh water beaches, but there is nothing like the ocean. We didn’t realize we missed it so much until we were there. The waters of Florida are still too cold for my taste.

 

 After spending four to five month of winter, you can really appreciate spring. You can go outside breath in the blue sky and recharge with the sun’s energy. You start coming to life, just like those little blooms that are shooting out of the defrosted ground and the energy pouring out of the emerald green of the grass. All of the sudden the gray starts disappearing, pushed aside by the blossoming colors and smells that awake something inside, that is longing to come out.

 The days have started to get longer; the birds’ melodies carry in the new day. The trees are blooming; soon there will be flowers everywhere.

 Spring is a new beginning, brings hope, everything is coming back to life. It is full of promise…enjoy it, do not take it for granted.