No politics for me tonight. Sick of it. I like to dream the dreams and study that which I love to study. People and history. Great stories and god do I love to read. I read everything. I lose myself in books. I remember almost all that I read and I can connect people to history, stories, and politics. For example, I have been to Africa. South of the Sahara about 1/2 dozen times. East Africa, Central Africa and Southern Africa, but I have never been to Western Africa, where Nigeria, Sierra Leone and Liberia are located. I have had about 6 Nigerian clients and have met Nigerians in London several time. About 4 weeks ago we had dinner at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills. As I was leaving the restaurant I saw a black middle age couple sitting in a both near the maître dhôtel. I walked over to the table, without fear, boldly, and stated to the man HE WAS NIGERIAN. Just like that. Never heard his voice and not his accent. Just his looks and demeanor. Commanding and wealthy. He said YES. I then stated LAGOS. He stated YES. OIl business, HE STATED YES. I read the man just from LOOKS AND DEMEANOR. That started a conversation with the man and the woman and my wife just pouted. On Monday I went to Cedars for a CT scan and parked in a very complicated garage. I was hunting for me car on the way out. A man asked me if he could help me. He was a black man in regular clothes. Nothing poor or wealthy. I looked at him and asked whether he was from Sierra Leone. I had never been there not had I ever spoken to a person from there. He answered YES. CAN ANYONE EXPLAIN THIS GIFT TO ME? I get the creepy crawlies over it.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 08:08:47 +0000
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