Neat, huh? So, today I went up this dome. About 110 meters high, should have been an easy conquest but I am a child of (some) of my people. Yay, those same people who marveled at stairways at Mandala house and got dizzy with the height of 12 steps (+-)!!! You can imagine that when I went all the way up the Carrilion it was more than enough for me. I tried to inconspicuously hold on to Folkert and wondered if I would survive should one of us be a terrorist and threaten to send us plummeting. Of course, the fact that I was the only Bantu there today did cross my mind...that I was conspicuous! But hey, here is to me for doing something new, going up so high by choice and calming my fears. Here is to you Folkert, Here is to you the dome! Next time Eiffel??
The story is told that Alpha Blondy (born Seydou Kone in 1953, Cote d'Ivoire) composed the song "sweet Fanta Diallo" to thank the mysterious nurse who had attended faithfully to his mental health needs as a psychiatric patient in an Ivorian hospital. Well after he was well again, he returned to the hospital to thank Fanta Diallo. No one knew of her or even remembered a nurse named Fanta Diallo as ever having worked there. He left and believing she might have been an angel set about composing the song to thank her anyway. I have had my own Fanta Diallos, many I can't remember; and for those whose composition is not etherial; in case you ever come across this blog, thank you one and all! Here are some my brain can recall: 1. I was a crawling baby when I had wandered on all fours outside of our yard. All my mother remembers from the incident is a very irate man bringing me home. He had found me teetering on a bridge unknowingly facing, as it were, death, a short d
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