as someone born into a homogeneous society,
and living in it for the first 8 years
of my life -
     (coffee? back then, it was taboo
for children to drink it...
and the first time i drank coffee...
was the only time i actually liked
it... perhaps because it was taboo...
now when i drink it...
          i'm thinking:
   ugh... choking...
                         is this brewed soil?)
- i "think" i've managed to fit into
the English heterogeneous society quiet well...
what's Nigel talking about?
i've seen instances where migrants
from the old Commonwealth do not
speak a word of English...
grannies from India,
  who require their grandchildren
to accompany them to the doctor and
translate,
   then again... in England...
   the Indian medical profession mafia
is rife... all the dentists are...
pretty much Raj...
           and the general practitioners
are pretty much the Raj...
  then again, coming to England,
i was inclined with excesses of curiosity...
i remember asking a childhood friend
whether or not i could fiddle
with his Afro...
               i did fiddle with the Afro curls
on his head...
    i'm only writing this,
because about a week from now,
i will be heading back to the east,
at first, a return to homogeneity is somehow
"refreshing"...
             then it becomes odd...
  and then a nausea kicks in...
     i become existentially "sick" from
seeing so many replicas...
                             i miss the Anglo
cosmopolitanism in a wild way...
               if i don't see an Afro-Saxon i'm
fiddling with time, trying to constrict
space, or whatever method exists to
say: this is odd, unusual...
        i'm not used to it...
                             i guess you could say
i'm a bridge between Western
heterogeneity and Eastern homogeneity...
i can only see in the West,
bastion Wales with their proud
tradition of continuing to retain
                                 linguistic tradition...
Scotland could also be a bastion,
    if they retained their Gaelic...
         and i have heard Gaelic being spoken...
my schoolfriend's mother...
Samuel's mother spoke Gaelic...
language is like currency...
                   if what happens with the U.K.
falls short...
why so worried?
you still have the £, don't you?
                why fret?
                   sure... if you were part of €...
then you'd have a problem...
            remember... the Italians gave
birth to Machiavelli... they're playing
the soppy mandolin for a reason...
               not once you're in the single
currency...
         language is currency...
                         you speak your own
currency: you're de facto sovereign.