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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book “But What Can I Do?” This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in.

 

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In December of 1999, I purchased a new Isuzu box truck for my business buying and selling old thingz, almost a year and 9 months before 9/11. When 9/11 happened, I quickly painted on the back of my truck “Thou Shalt Not Kill” in big letters and underneath in smaller letters: “unless securing 60% of the world’s resources
Last night, we flew from Lagos, by way of Ikenne, to Abuja, the ‘new’ capitol of Nigeria. It is not only very obvious
Even though I know that the country I live in has not created or even desired to create the society and culture promised to alledgedly all of us, that I want us all to thrive in; even though several times over the past 7 decades I’ve had the terribly strong urge to flee and seek out a better, more compatible community,
I probably shouldn’t but I can’t help comparing Nigeria with Ghana. Granted, I’ve only been in Nigeria for a week now and I spent several months in Ghana so I don’t have a really clear picture, most likely not of either country.
One of the most challenging things about both Ghana and Nigeria’s buildings is the uneven stairs. I don’t know if you can see from this picture but sometimes a stair or several in the same block of stairs are lower or higher than the ones that come before of after.
There are what are probably police, or maybe just men in police-looking uniforms, hoovering along the edge of the road stopping cars, peering in, maybe saying something to the driver in a language I don’t understand, as the driver slips a bank note so stealthily I only know he has accomplished this when we are waved on and allowed to proceed.
I feel like I’m taking pictures of these incredible, colorful (at least the males are) lizards the same way some visitors to the u.s.ofa. take pictures of squirrels!
I did NOT come over 9000 miles to another continent to counter the lies and propaganda spread by and about tRump.
I have not seen much of Nigeria, or Lagos, since I’ve been here these past two days. As we did our adjusting from our 10 hour flight and acclimating to the heat and humidity – the former being not so bad but the later being intense – we only did short, brief walks around our Lagos accommodations, out for maybe five blocks to get food and water mostly plus anti-maleria pills.