Tales of the past and reflections of long ago.

In the rich Arabic literature, we somehow become absorbed in the flow of

history and what has happened ages ago.

About some of our thoughts we seemingly ponder, what has influenced us, what

has shaped and mould our caracters. Both the defects of caracter that need to

be polished again, to bring forth the sparkle, that has been covered by a layer

of dust and a myriad other particles, that hide the glow of a jewel.

In this we find an exchange of ideas, the openess to absorb and the willingness

to learn and share new horizons.

Looking at a new horizon, bring forth mysteries of this world, to some hidden

and to others clear and open.

This make me dwell back and forth, from within the African continent and where

it all started. It started on a mighty continent, with plains and tall grass,

mountain ranges of valleys and hills, desert and savanah landscapes, camelthorn

old trees, tall palm trees that form the protection of the baobab, and rivers

that carry sweet water, over hills and mountains, valleys and step land,

cutting through desertland to the ocean.

My journeys into Africa, be it on horse back, a motor cycle, abnormal weight

truck, 4 x 4, boat, dingy, cano or catamaran, loose wing or fixed wing

aircraft, cycle or by foot, car, bus or train, camel back or horse cart, Africa

have it all.

It it luck or peace, to know the truth?

This brings me to the games we played as children, when we were still young and

innocent and under the care and protection of family life. Family life that

mean so much to us.

Accross sections of society, both rich and poor in diverse sectors starting

from arts and culture, to music and dance that were absorbed into arts and

culture, so was fables and story telling tales, which had our rich history in

it. Stories had to be told, because in written form, it were all sensored.

Till today we find the sensorship in publishing. Today when can much easier

find a bypass to make our writtings publicly. There are many forms to exploit

today by sharing files from pc to pc or through file servers and hosts to

choose from, that will eventually lead to publishing of what you have put to

save for the next generation.

The next generation started today, and most of us should had been present

yesterday, in order to start today.

Looking back at the '80s ... pc's were running on floppies and stifies ... all

programs were on externel software files. Search engines were geared up to

become browsers one day, browsers were geared up to become operating systems.

We are all questionable for how we spent our time towards development.

In this way, we come to understand, how the hotnots hamel change into a

boerbok.

Slowly but gradually our land has been taken from us, by what become known as

pattent rights.

Throught the implementation of pattent rights, many things start to lost there

value from one group and become an asset to another group.

That is why it is so much needed to learn the sciences of mathematics, physics,

chemistry and engineering, to focus on a few. This is an art and culture in

another dimension and broader sense.

Once we find the unsuspected inner resource and that stop us from content and

discourage. That is what we have identify as our own conception of a Power

Outside our self, Greater then any living creature in the universe.

I am responsible for repairing the damage, with good judgement, prudence and a

Careful sense of timing.

Hakuna matata