So much has happened since my last post, where I was still
talking about me me me and boys, and the joys of being Algerian, of London and
cups of tea and extra kilos that won’t go away…
Looking back, I feel silly, as I read back through my so
many posts, I can’t help but shake my head and cringe and sometimes I think damn
I am good! But today I have moved on, I have different dilemmas. I worry about
other things now, wrinkles not being one of them, no sir, I think of our newly
re-elected president, think about how Algeria has advanced so much that we now
have a disabled president, I mean do you realise that after America’s Roosevelt
comes Algeria!! We even rival the Vatican for the oldest leaders and if it were
a contest we’d win.
I feel joy for the Algerians with disabilities and rejoice
that they will finally have the support they need and would finally benefit from equal
opportunities. After all, he gave his health up for Algeria, he restored peace,
he built us stuff!!! Like pavements, motorways and a massive mosque, the
biggest in Africa if we believe the budget allocated. Some say it’ll come in handy, when we need it
to pray so we don’t get sick, since we don’t have hospitals.
Though it’s not fair, our best hospital is found in the outskirts (if bothered, check geography reference later) of Paris in
Val-de-Grace.
So since the world of Algeria is safe again for another 5
years (thank you Cheb Khaled and co) I am going to go back to what’s really
important, ME, here, because I don’t live in Algeria so according to
Algerians I am not allowed to talk politics or discuss Algerian business*
So I thought I’d get busy doing something else, I’ll be
involved in my looks for a while since nothing else matters apparently.
Lately, I have been doing a lot of growing-up, I see the wisdom pouring in
and out of me, truly, it’s magical, I don’t say silly things like " What you gonna do for a face when the monkey wants its bum back?" anymore, I give
myself a 5 second window before responding, I feel all grown up and I let go of
a lot of negativity and shit, so much so that I get bored and you all know when I am bored...I produce shit like this!
When I think of all the activists and opposing movements,
who spent so much time protesting (I wrote this a long time ago), I can’t
help but feel sorry for them, being pushed, shoved and beaten by the police, insulted
by the people for inciting unrest and threatened by the security forces or God
knows who or what! Some lost their jobs, others their money, health, sanity and
for what? To stop a cripple from finishing his work? Let the man finish what he
started for God’s sake! There is still money to be stolen, futures to be
destroyed and hopes to be crushed.
So depressing, let’s go back to talking about boys! Although
that too got boring a while ago. So I am just going to be quiet.
Dz-chick
*bite me
