My wandering thoughts. Just woke up. Decided to pray for those recently killed in France- the magazine people and the police- when I suddenly saw in my mind my old next-door neighbour who used to walk to my house on sleepy afternoons and related stories/news from outside of our village told to her by her relatives living outside. Remembered the pain on my feet when I tried to copy her walking barefoot on the short red, stony journey to my house and back. Remembered she used to tell us stories of burglaries where, sometimes, contents of whole houses were transferred by removal vans while their owners were out. Also remembered stories of house occupiers (usually elderly an children) being tied up. Always, the conclusion was that the police would not arrive, when called, until after the burglers had long gone. Therefore, the police must be collaborating with the burglers; they must be getting a share of the loot. A new thought suddenly dawned- maybe the police were too afraid to confront the burglers. So I prayed for courage for all policemen to do their jobs. While this was going on in my mind, there was another simultaneous thread about my old schoolmates at secondary school, telling similar stories about burglaries but with another twist-PUKA: the burglers puka spell cause the house occupants to fall into a deep sleep while their homes were robbed and they only woke up to find a disgusting smelly mess at their front door in the morning. I rememnbered seeing pukka pies when I first came to London and was instinctively afraid. I just so loved pies, English pies especially- not that I know of any other kind of pies. When I finally couldnt resist buying pukka pies, I had to pray to God not to let any puka spell fall on me; even though I had 99.9% disbelief and 0.00001 fear of puka. After all those years that I forgot about all those stories, funny, how a little prayer for others could trigger and dredge out so many long buried old memories; or just seeing the word pukka on a supermarket shelve could cast fear in my heart after all those forgotten years! Strange indeed. Stranger still, all those different thoughts all occurred simultaneously in my mind.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 08:10:40 +0000
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