Sunday, May 31, 2009

Dearest ...

Dearest,

My dear I am writing this mail with tears and sadness and pains. I know it will come to you as a suprise since we haven't known or come across each other before, but kindly bear with me at this moment. I have a special reason why I decided to contact you. My situation at hand is miserable but I trust in God and hope you will be of my help. My name is Alia Ibrahim Bare 25 years old girl and I held from Republic of Niger the daughter of Late General Ibrahim Bare Ma?nassara the former President of the Republic of Niger who was ambushed and killed by dissident soldiers at the military airport in the capital, Niamey with his driver and a former Prefect. You can see more detail about my late father here news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/april/9/newsid_...

I am constrained to contact you because of the maltreatment which I am receiving from my step mother. She planned to take away all my late father's treasury and properties from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father. Meanwhile I wanted to travel to Europe, but she hide away my international passport and other valuable documents. Luckily she did not discover where I kept my father's File which contained important documents. I am presently staying in the Mission camp in Burkina Faso.

I am seeking for longterm relationship and investment assistance. My father of blessed memory deposited the sum of US$11.7 Million in one bank in Burkina Faso with my name as the next of kin. I had contacted the Bank to clear the deposit but the Branch Manager told me that being a refugee, my status according to the local law does not authorize me to carry out the operation. However,

he advised me to provide a trustee who will stand on my behalf. I had wanted to inform my stepmother about this deposit but I am affraid that she will not offer me anything after the release of the money. Therefore, I decide to seek for your help in transferring the money into your bank account while I will relocate to your country and settle down with you. I have my fathers death certificate and the account number which I will give you as soon as you indicated your interest to help me.

It is my intention to compensate you with 20% of the total money for your assitance and the balance shall be my investment in any profitable venture which you will recommend to me as have no any idea about foreign investment. Please all communications should be through this email address only for confidential purposes.

Thanking you alot in anticipation of your quick response. I will send you my photos in my next email.
Yours Sincerely
Alia Ibrahim Bare


my dearest
tears in my eyes
a beating black heart
in my buxom chest
incomparable cleavage
a mound of Venus
on my breast
through this email
my pain my sorrow
to you I have addressed
help me oh please help
be mine forever
my nearest
failing hope
failing future
I am distressed
a fool proof scheme
I offer you
I am hard pressed
millions to be made
till we settle down
in some
magical forest
with best men
at our wedding
fred miller
anthony posey
benn bell
from the west
a few hijras as bridesmaid
we could be blessed
Aljie the high priest
will read our marriage vows
in the city of Budapest
breaking news
at Now Public
through cousin Lefty
I suggest
cypresso uwe esta
could be our special guests
nauman umair the newbie
who is yet to fly
from the cuckoos nest
Bernie from Chicago
a few from the Midwest
make sure those that come
do take the dick test

Definitions of Dick test:

* noun: a skin test to determine your susceptibility to scarlet fever

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Saturday, May 30, 2009

HIJDA EUNUCH BLOG 300000 Views in 11 Months

http://hijdaeunuchblog.wordpress.com/

I began my Hijda Eunuch Blogs at Word Press in June 2008..and today I complete 300,757 views in 11 months..This is my tribute to the Hijras, transgender , eunuchs and to the cross dressers of India including the Gay.

I have a domain name
http://www.hijda-eunuch.com

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The Cat Girl

the cat girl
near my shop
stood a while
penetrating
my pedestrian soul
she gave me a smile
born muslim
in a society
where the climate
is hostile
the girl child a burden
no back up file
get her married early
a thought worthwhile
not the system
but a child's future
endlessly on trial
for Help
it is only Allah to dial
or spend the rest of her life
on a trash pile
path littered with pain
every square mile
it is womanhood
that a male dominated
macho
mullahcentric
society
loves to revile

to my dearest friend Fred Miller
who can change his form but not his style

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Friday, May 29, 2009

Racism on Flickr

photo courtesy
www.funnypart.com/pictures/FunnyPart-com-racism.jpg

a white man
made in America shooting
an Asian parade
on Memorial Day is fine
his racist wife
calling Asians black
is totally out of line
photography and racism
definitely do not combine
having a colored President
a sucked system supine
Peggy G ..your racist heart
calling Asians Niggers
shows you have lost your inner shine
racism the greatest evil
desecrating a holy shrine
tears on the soul of humanity
the color of a skin to malign
treating a multi colored man
like some shit of a swine
dividing man by color
was this a racist gods design?
to err is human
to seek forgiveness
humility a thought divine

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Thursday, May 28, 2009

The Ice Golawala of Bandra Bazar Road

Close to my house is a cart that belongs to the Bandra Bazar IceGolawala..who sells Ice Golas and Limbu Pani, or lime sherbet..an array of bottles with colored essence.

Our Bandra Bazar Road Ice Gola wala is a UP Bhaiyya ..from North India a maligned lot due to parochial politics of self gain and convenience...but he shows no sign of regret.. he is a part of a childs growing up.. from one generation to the next.
Be it Fred in Texas or me or my kids we have tasted the ice gola after a hectic game of cricket.

Now one day another Ice Golawala backed by the local hoodlums , muscled in and threw our Ice golawala out from his regular space , the poor guy moved on to a side lane that is extremely hot without shelter, but his clientele did not leave him, they followed him here.
In the mean time the new Icegolawala had no business and finally deserted his post, the locals bought the old guy back.

In all this stress our Ice golawala cut his palm very badly on the ice shaving machine on the cart, I told hm to take a septic shot and dressed his wound every day at my house.

His hand healed , and he has great respect for me loves Marziya.. though we dont eat ice golas or drink ice lime sherbet.Mind you he is clean hygienic.. but I cant take chances with Marziya..

Instead I shot some frames and told him, that he is going to be seen by everyone in the world..a thought that made him happy..

Now because the hot shot media photographer wont highlight stories of the Am Admi the common man God created the photo blogger and blessed him with a pedestrian humility too.. that with due respect to Fred Miller I have tagged as street photography..

And on a second thought without Fred Miller I might have been lost in the woods..he is there helping us out with new stuff, it was Fred who recommended me to Now Public...an experience that has come in handy in learning the ways of the world.. had I posted this story at Now Public..it would have been flagged either by Jarrett or Tina Kellis..erstwhile editors, as not being up to the mark, they would question, what is so news worthy about this story, and this is a fact ..a bias exists for the colored man in a white mans world..do read our terms and guidelines on posting a new story..blah blah ha ha ha ...

But than Fred would recommend this story so would Nauman , or Cypresso or Esta or Uwe..not because of its newsworthiness because it is a tale of a child's happiness costing Rs 1.. the price of a icegola or the lime sherbet.. cheaper than the newspaper too.. in Mumbai.

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Maryamma Feast Finale Macchimar Colony Mahim 2009

This ends a 1121 picture story board of this enticing series on street spirituality as seen from the eyes of a street photographer , shooting pain and pathos of the Tamil diaspora in Mumbai.I cut shot this event as my feet ached, I shoot barefeet and this was a very long trek from Mahim beach where it began to the Maryamma Temple of Macchimar Colony Mahim where it ends..I could not shoot the segment of removing of the rods and the hooks.

The Hindu Tamils of Mumbai who owe allegiance to Goddess Maryamma are in total awe and reverence to this deity and the pain that is part of their spirituality performed on the beach..in public.
Pulling vans with hooks on the backs, rods pierced in their mouth is part of a Thaipussam like ethos - but is not Thaipussam at all.. only the rituals are almost similar.

I was going to pierce my cheeks too, but backed out at the last minute as shooting the pictures was my first priority and this would not have been possible.

Piercing my body cutting my head with a sword as I do during Moharam has never scared me, I have had friendly relationship with Death having seen it eye to eye many a times..When my time comes I shall happily go..leaving behind a part of me on the cybernet.. the bulk being on Flickr.

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Itslefty


Itslefty, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

thumbnailed courtesy
www.flickr.com/photos/itslefty/

Now Publics Gate
A Dark Poem dedicated to Cousin Lefty

cypresso gate
came too late
first it was firozen hate
under a multi colored ass
uploaded sorrow
on the river jordan
aim it
detonate
rights of admission
reserved for poets and bloggers
multicolored dogs
it unconditionally
tip it
understates
on a vancouver
sidewalk
a black mans poems
pictures
hours of agony
burnt in crates
the camera as a conscience
of his angst
burnt up in flames
deleted for the good of a news site
it legally disclaims

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