Tim Miner's Musings

Whistling with the evening breeze. Strolling under the twittering avian characters Swinging on the Olerai boughs... The flamboyant “MOOHs!” and bleats, As herds drive home after a day of plenty, yonder the craggy creeks. A happy chorus the milk sings to the gourd when they meet, Drop after drop...escorting a great African banquet. Smiles so real and meaningful...the benign kith and kin. The smoke billows of a thousand manyattas growing on the plain; The balmy and humble earth to laze on. The hovering million dragon flies Dressing the dusking sky, Against the intimidating bluish hilly backdrop. The gushing cataract Hippos squirting water through their nostrils The wading ducks downstream Plump zebra herds browsing Feasting wildebeests and the foraging giraffes The strutting pride...and dancing cubs. Peeping, snarling cheetahs whetting their claws on The dry barks of the ground-hugging trees... The slithering grass snake...st...

Some say that EDUCATION is the 'KEY' to LIFE; others, it's the 'LIGHT' to LIFE. Well, both lines of thoughts hold some truth and meaning in the world order of today. Where literacy and knowledge of books is emphasized and regarded as a basic human need. But these little angels and their tutor have girded their loins and resolved to taste ''the white-man's magic'' so as to be at par with the rest of the world. They seem unperturbed by the many odds against them...They are HEROES & HEROINES in their own right...though the government may have ignored them.  SPARE A THOUGHT: To be upset over what you don't have is to to waste what you do have. ~ Ken Eye.

A man is bound to make for himself in the world; that fortune God refused him at his birth. ~Charles Dickens, (in the Nicholas Nickleby). . One has to create his/her living space; where none exists. Even if by improvising for some life comforts...We've to hustle with the bustle of life without resigning to fate.

Exclusive: [ In the Diagnosis Room, Doc Tom and young Gabriella ] Doc: Can you tell me what happened to you young lady? Gab: (slipping her phone into her purse) Yes Doc, I sure will… I was sound asleep when I felt something linger at the sensitive entrance; I was so scared and didn’t move, slowly in a calculated movement it began to move in. I’ve always heard stories from people who have had the experience how painful and uncomfortable it is but I never thought it would ever happen to me. The deeper it pushed in, the weirder it felt, (The doctor raises his eyebrows, removing his specs) it made some funny circling movements which made it feel thrice its size…I couldn’t take it anymore. I woke up from the stupor and switched on the lights to find out who the intruder was. Suddenly the action stopped but I was determined to expel the offending thing out. Doc: Go on my dear one (Giving her a knowing look). Gab: I tried with the hand, the fingers but it went even deeper...

Many people seem 2 give up trying 2 grow in difficult areas and times.  Perhaps, they've suffered so many defeats n failures...that they think they'll never make any progress in their life.  They bemoan their glorious past.  They loathe & scorn their failures and mistakes they've done.  They live today cautious unnecessarily.   They dread for tomorrow, their future seems bleak.  They are simply helpless, by  Allowing yesterday's failures hamper their tomorrow's efforts.  To move out of this desolation, there is need for one's refocussing, re-evaluation & re-strategising in life!  One has to look at the problem...whatever it may ...through  'new eyes'.  To see it as an Opportunity for Constructive Restoration  rather than  Ongoing Deterioration!  A new attitude that bears wonderful results!  As we try to bring new life & improvements to our 'decayed' sections of life; GOD is a factor.  We seek HIM...

When the prison doors’ hinges did rust and creak… Grooming my tache, when the lubricious door-sills roll? Run of the mill…basal emotions. Walls breathing, Squitoes feasting, cold comfort, deafening silence… Grappling in the dark room…homely countenances on walls, my “Solitude” on the pedestal.      Tick-toking.  Entangled forever? Doors locked, I shackled.      I long to whiff limbate carnations once more like a bee-fly, in nectarines. Ice-cake? Bizarre rum? Honey-Pie?  Sweet-tooth. Savory of deceit?      Like you… Roam, rove freely like yesterday… Run, speeds notwithstanding, to wherever I may. Fly high up and above, If only on wings, to distances yet to be known, like an eagle. Creep and wiggle to depths unidentified. Swim upstream, in the seas unknown In the unseemly undercurrents; Half seas over. Now and not forever. In my homeland, reverently lie on the lawns. Oil ...

The Plunge A Dolphin, Tired Of the Warm, Saline, Turbulent Waters, In A Show Of Discontent, Plunged Out. Landing On a Rock, From Water The Blazing Solar Rays On His Skin To His Freedom, And Do His Things; Never To Be. That Lesson Was Easy To Understand. Ouch! The Prodigal Son Had His Lesson Too. Wanting Freedom from Family Restraints, He Demanded His Share of The Daddy’s Estate And Took Off, To The Old Man’s Misery. Ma Boy, Did He Learn Fast? Soon He Was Out Of Finances, Fun and Friends, Bogged In Brothels And Putrid Pig Pens. Some Freedom It Was! He Came To His Senses! Changed His ‘’Give Me’’ To “Make Me” And Headed Home. The Self He Became, Discovered, Was No longer A Slave But, The Son He Was Born to Be. We’re Never Free Until; We Admit Our Bondage And, Go Into the Arms Our Loving Father – Until The Dolphin Yields It’s Pride To The Providence’s Means.