wears his heart on a screen

Lore has it that, on an evening of a certain gala, Florentino Perez made an overture for Zidane by scribbling “Do you want to play for Madrid?” on a napkin and passing it to Zidane. And anything you pass to Zidane, you done know he gon take care of it -he said “Yes.”

I probably had this in mind when…

Let us back up for a minute

A rainy night, I am heading home in, you guessed it, a bajaj with two girls. It is the girls’ stop and an altercation breaks out because of the you know what -we fight for our collective rights of 5O cents not being usurped of us. “Dude, you should have warned us about the pricing before we boarded your three-legged-mythical-creature-looking-thingie!”

Next day, same time, no rain, I am on the same bajaj with one of the girls. She remembers me and remarks on the coincidence.  We spend a few seconds discussing the importance of a gentlemen’s agreement in the absence of a written code of conduct for the keepers of said mythical creatures.

We have now run of our singular topic of discussion.

I would have loved to instigate additional conversation; and instigate I did: “What guarantee do we have of that dude not overcharging us just like his brother from yesterday?”

Then silence.

Her stop is approaching. Since one cannot be sure what tomorrow holds for night travelers, one does what thinks is the right thing to do under the situations. One writes “R u  single?” on his mobile and shows it to the girl; she answers: “I don’t understand.” One checks the writing again like “woman, what’s  there to not understand?!” and asks her to do the same -same answer. Having had no plan B, one is resigned to watching her get off (his hopes of getting off crushed) without so much as a goodnight.

Now, naturally one is ashamed of the fiasco and this just maybe the reason one is referring to oneself as one. The wording of his message could be put into question and may even be adjudged by pundits as having been rush -having gone for the jugular (or the pudendal rather) too soon. But need I remind you that I am not trying to marry the girl?  Marriage sucks! I mean, look at my friend! His wifey goes out of town for some time and he immediately comes down with a cold and a health hazard to everybody around him -that’s what he has been reduced to. So dependent 😡

A guy has got needs and I made my move to realize those needs only way I know how; and in a tight timeframe. Maybe there is a little bit of COIKS involved somewhere in there as well. The frigging concept is affecting multiple facets of my life, man. I may have given the girl the impression that I wanted us to get hitched in situ, with the bajaj handler for a priest (and we are in something blue after all) when all I wanted to convey was that I would have liked us to hang out in a supine position if she was not involved with anyone.

Ah well. What can I say? I am honing my skills. If the god/goddess of random encounters so wills it, next time I see her, here is what I am going to do:

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prolix is such a sexy word! it sounds like a cross between a kickass antidepressant and an expensive watch!!

In my new capacity as the course chairperson (CCP) of biochemistry, I declare the floor open for yet another edition of jibber jabbering.

I have tried to come up with an image that best reflects my stand on the whole issue of binomial distributions and the grading of students; and this is what I’ve got. I believe, that at any given moment in time, either students or teachers-rarely together on the same side-are seen to be holding the red or the green lasso, trying to, and succeeding in pulling this the-snout-of-some-big-fish-looking graph to the far right or left:

It’s hard for students and teachers to be on the same page, in both senses of the phrase. A while back, T introduced me to the concept of COIKS. I concede, it is an affliction with which I have to do battle every now and then. So it was brazen of me when I decided that it was a good idea to make my students hip to what COIKS is, to the fact I am a confessed sufferer from it and that, should they sense that I am having a bout, to tell me right away so that we, as a group dedicated to basking in the glorious light emanating from this beautiful sun that goes by the name Biochemistry, make amends right there and then-not let a single strand of the light pass by unenjoyed.

Then I thought what if I failed in explaining to them what COIKS was?

And that was  why…

One article I read on the topic cracked me up. After a session of a reverend preaching his ass off about the conversion of Saul of Tarsus, a member of the congregation goes “From what that preacher said someone might get the idea that Saul and Paul were the same person.” 🙂

One of my students joined a monastery. I was administering a test and he hands in his paper midway. I tell him there was plenty of time left. I learn that he will not be coming back anymore and he would leave a letter explaining his reasons with the student’s representative.  We cross paths later and he tells me that he is following his calling. I tell him, twice, to pray for me-I hope it was heartfelt and free from the blemish of condescension, because, I will be the first to admit it, I am an asshole.

Here are some of the comments that I received from people whom I told about the kid:

Enante yePeda sewoch sewun eyasmererachihu gedam masgebat jemerachihu aydel?!

“Gedam yemihed sew lemanim saynager new yemitefaw; yihe lij memelesu aykerim.”

“You should have advised him not to go.”

But set of opinions on the matter is: one would be very lucky to find out one’s true calling like the kid has; he is going to make, forgive the expression, one hell of a monk; and I really hope he will have me in his prayers.

We have finally done it! We have done away with happiness! We have  got the keys to its jail cell, baby!

YeDesta Beshita aka Rinderpest has been eradicated. I wonder what would have happened if there was no Rinderpest to begin with, say in 1896. The Battle of Adwa would have been a much shorter (shorter than short), much earlier affair -it might even have been fought at a different place. The Etyopian army would have then proceeded to free Eritrea from the grip of the Italians. Maybe Etyopia and Eritrea would have been one big happy family. Maybe the Etyopian political atmosphere would have been much different. Much less bloodshed in the 20th century, maybe…

I suspect, in addition to the lives of cattle and people that it claimed during the Kifu Qen, Rinderpest just may have been responsible for the loss of far too many lives and for a certain Etyopia stagnating through the years as a sad tale mired in a concoction of almost everything bad known to Homo sapiens.

For this reason I say, fuck you Morbillivirus! May you rot in hell,  you 15, 690 to 15, 948  nucleotides  freak!

Funny thing is that the eradication of Riderpest was announced from the FAO headquarters in Rome.

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