GOOD DEED: THE OKADA RIDER

Akara and Fried Yam, Courtesty Pinterest (Nigerian Foodies)
GOOD DEED: THE OKADA RIDER Some nights ago, I closed late and so I had to patronize an okada rider. For those outside the shores of Nigeria, we have what we call okada riders in almost every city in our country. Imagine someone with a motorcycle, carrying passengers for a fee. That's an okada rider. At first they were a new means of livelihood for many, then they became a nuisance, especially when they were being used for robberies and attacks. Various cities now have laws governing their working times and where they can operate, if at all. Okada riders are allowed to patronize the areas where my office is, and where I live, so its quite easy for me to use them from one location to the other. So, on that night, I hailed one of these 'transporters' to take me home. After negotiating the price, the man asked how much I was holding. It turns out he would need to break down the money he had to be able to give me change when we arrived my destination, so we agreed that he would stop along the way to buy bread. He did stop some minutes later, but not for bread. He stopped at a street food location, where fried yam, fried bean cakes (akara) and fried plantain (dodo) was being sold. The smell arrested me immediately. I seem to love yam with a passion these days, and that day was no exception. It did not even matter that all I had eaten all day was roasted yam and pepper sauce. I ordered some, then paid for both my order and the okada man's order. The man did not believe I was not going to collect the money back from him. I insisted, and when we arrived at my house, I proceeded to pay him the full charge agreed for the trip. He prayed for me fervently and I thanked him and walked away. I still do not understand why he did not believe me. I mean, I said I would pay and I did. I enjoyed my order. You should try it one day - african white yam, deep fried in vegetable oil, served with pepper sauce and chilled water...hmmm.... I better stop here before hunger knocks fully on my door.

Good Deed: After The Fire

Mr. Takiti returned hom after work, one hot day, to meet his two sons fighting and arguing.
He was extremly tired but he took the time to ask them what the problem was.

"Toni and Tosin," he asked, as he drank a glass of cool water, and wiped his brow. "What is the matter? Why are you fighting?"

"Toni hid my Ben Ten watch!" exclaimed the older Tosin.

"Toni why?" asked their father, as he placed the glass cup on the table. Then he changed his mind.
"I don't want to know why," he added. "Just give the watch back to your brother."

"Yes daddy" the six year old muttered.

One hour later, Toni was still looking for the watch, as he had forgotten where he hid it.
Tosin was getting more upset and shouting so much, that their father woke up and called them again.
Toni was again instructed to give the watch back, while Tosin was told not to make any more noise.
Two hours later, Mr. Takiti woke up in a smoke-filled room, coughing. It was the urge to cough that woke him up, and probably saved his life.

He staggered out of the house, to find that fire was burning in his apartment, and two other flats in the compound. The smoke had filled his lungs, so he just kept coughing and eventually sunk to the ground. Neighbors and helpers were busy trying to save as much property as possible from the fire that refused to reduce.

Everyone sighed collectively when the siren of the fire engine was heard coming closer.
By the time the fire finally died down, the three apartments were nothing but charred walls, with caved in roofs and burnt out interiors.

What happpened? 
The story unfolded gradually, after everyone sat down to rest and watch the firemen do their job. Toni had remembered where he put the watch, and scrambled under the bed, to get it. Unfortunately it had gone dark early, so he needed illumination to find it under the bed. Instead of getting the torchlight or his father's phone and using its flashlight app, Toni had gone to get a candle.

Of course the bed caught fire.

To try to stop the fire, the children grabbed the first big paper they could find: carbon paper. It got worse, fast, so they ran out of the house, shouting 'Fire! Fire!'.

They forgot that their father was sleeping in the other room, and left him in the house, as the fire rapidly spread.
I still find it hard to believe that they would have forgotten their own biological father, inside a burning building.

At least three families were devastated: almost nothing survived the fire, that had begun with a simple small candle. Only our family friend's house was left intact. All most of them had left, was the clothes on their backs. Even the family with a four month old baby had no clothes for the baby.

When I heard about the baby, I began gathering all Jaden's old clothes until I had a big bagful. Then I called the family friend to inquire if the gift of clean used clothes would be acceptable. She said yes, so I took the bag to church, and gave her after service, to help give the family.

I am still in shock at the rapid rate the fire must have progressed.
The boys were no more than six and eight years old. Was there something they could have done to prevent this? Didn't they know better than to play with fire?

I wonder how their father will repair the damage done now. I imagine that he would have to realise the money to repair the house for the landlord. I also imagine that there was no insurance, for him or the other affected tenants. Some may demand for replacements for every property lost.

Good Deed: After The Fire

Mr. Takiti returned hom after work, one hot day, to meet his two sons fighting and arguing.
He was extremly tired but he took the time to ask them what the problem was.

"Toni and Tosin," he asked, as he drank a glass of cool water, and wiped his brow. "What is the matter? Why are you fighting?"

"Toni hid my Ben Ten watch!" exclaimed the older Tosin.

"Toni why?" asked their father, as he placed the glass cup on the table. Then he changed his mind.
"I don't want to know why," he added. "Just give the watch back to your brother."

"Yes daddy" the six year old muttered.

One hour later, Toni was still looking for the watch, as he had forgotten where he hid it.
Tosin was getting more upset and shouting so much, that their father woke up and called them again.
Toni was again instructed to give the watch back, while Tosin was told not to make any more noise.
Two hours later, Mr. Takiti woke up in a smoke-filled room, coughing. It was the urge to cough that woke him up, and probably saved his life.

He staggered out of the house, to find that fire was burning in his apartment, and two other flats in the compound. The smoke had filled his lungs, so he just kept coughing and eventually sunk to the ground. Neighbors and helpers were busy trying to save as much property as possible from the fire that refused to reduce.

Everyone sighed collectively when the siren of the fire engine was heard coming closer.
By the time the fire finally died down, the three apartments were nothing but charred walls, with caved in roofs and burnt out interiors.

What happpened? 
The story unfolded gradually, after everyone sat down to rest and watch the firemen do their job. Toni had remembered where he put the watch, and scrambled under the bed, to get it. Unfortunately it had gone dark early, so he needed illumination to find it under the bed. Instead of getting the torchlight or his father's phone and using its flashlight app, Toni had gone to get a candle.

Of course the bed caught fire.

To try to stop the fire, the children grabbed the first big paper they could find: carbon paper. It got worse, fast, so they ran out of the house, shouting 'Fire! Fire!'.

They forgot that their father was sleeping in the other room, and left him in the house, as the fire rapidly spread.
I still find it hard to believe that they would have forgotten their own biological father, inside a burning building.

At least three families were devastated: almost nothing survived the fire, that had begun with a simple small candle. Only our family friend's house was left intact. All most of them had left, was the clothes on their backs. Even the family with a four month old baby had no clothes for the baby.

When I heard about the baby, I began gathering all Jaden's old clothes until I had a big bagful. Then I called the family friend to inquire if the gift of clean used clothes would be acceptable. She said yes, so I took the bag to church, and gave her after service, to help give the family.

I am still in shock at the rapid rate the fire must have progressed.
The boys were no more than six and eight years old. Was there something they could have done to prevent this? Didn't they know better than to play with fire?

I wonder how their father will repair the damage done now. I imagine that he would have to realise the money to repair the house for the landlord. I also imagine that there was no insurance, for him or the other affected tenants. Some may demand for replacements for every property lost.

ART Fabrik, seafolly.ch & Blogging

Nachdem der eine oder andere sicherlich schon mitbekommen hat, das wir jetzt auch irgendwas mit Kunst machen, hier mal ein wenig mehr Übersicht über laufende Projekte 🙂

ART Fabrik

In unserem cocoate Büro (32, Rue du Pla, 11510 Fitou) haben wir vom 1.7. – 31.8 eine Kunstgalerie eröffnet. Wir, das sind Christine Graf, Susan + Christian Cantau sowie Harry + Miranda Tilley und natürlich ich. Miranda und ich sind keine Künstler, helfen aber mit, wo wir können. Harry und seine Schwestern machen Schmuck, Susan malt, Christian erstellt Lampen und Gegenstände aus Metall. Hier ein Foto vom Abend als die Idee entstanden ist (13. Juni 2016).

ART Fabrik - Idea

Wir haben dann noch in einer Blitzaktion das Büro renoviert.

ART Fabrik

Die Eröffnung verlief sehr “authentisch”, die Künstler waren doch etwas nervös 🙂

The official opening speech done by four very excited artists

Auf der Vernissage hatten wir jedenfalls “full house”, eine Künstler Association aus Toulouse möchte bei uns austellen, am 21.7. gibt es eine Sonderschau von Skulpturen aus dem “Atelier” in La Palme und Mr. Stanley spielte während der Eröffnung auf seiner Mandoline.

Inauguration/Opening

ART Fabrik

Wir wollen die ART Fabrik zunächst zwei Monate ausprobieren und daher haben wir noch keine Website erstellt, sondern zunächst “nur” eine Facebook Page (bitte bei der Gelegenheit gleich mal liken 🙂 ).  Alle Links und Kontaktdaten der Künstler gibt es auf cocoate.com/artfabrik.

Was mir besonders gut gefällt: Tine hat ein Bild gemalt, wie ich die Zahlen von 0-9 sehe. Die Geschichte dazu gibt es in ihrem Blog (Numbers in Colours). Vom Bild gibt es noch kein Foto (ich gehe gleich mal runter und mache eins).

Mehr Bilder von den Vorbereitungen und der Eröffnung gibt es auf Flickr https://www.flickr.com/photos/hagengraf/albums/72157669860474896

Hinweis: Falls du Künstler bist und in Südfrankreich etwas ausstellen (und verkaufen) willst, nur zu :). Wir könnten uns den Raum auch als Mischung aus Galerie und tempörärem Atelier ab September vorstellen. Sprich’ uns einfach an.

Link: https://cocoate.com/artfabrik
Hashtag: #artfabrik

seafolly.ch

Die Website seafolly.ch ist im Laufe meiner Tätigkeit als Blogger für die Firma Novatrend entstanden (blog.novatrend.ch). Sie ist in Drupal 8 erstellt und ich beschreibe alle Schritte, wie ich sie erstellt habe im Novatrend Blog. Thematisch ist die Seite ein Art Kunstarchiv. Jürgen hatte die Idee dazu.

Idee: Viele Leute erstellen etwas und oft wird es vergessen. Auf seafolly.ch kann sich jeder ein Konto anlegen und seine Werke dokumentieren.

In den letzten Monaten lag seafolly.ch etwas brach, da ich über andere Themen geschrieben habe, aber in Kombination mit der ART Fabrik will ich mal sehen, wie sich das weiterentwickelt.

Hinweis: Falls du da mitmachen willst, nur zu. Wir sind natürlich offen für alle Ideen und Weiterentwicklungen

Link: https://seafolly.ch
Hashtag: #seafolly

Blogging

Auch wenn es für viele Menschen bereits “altmodisch” ist, bloggen ist wichtig. Hierzu habe ich einen Artikel im Novatrend Blog geschrieben.
Den werde ich noch auf English übersetzen und hier posten

Link: Starte (d)ein Blog – heute!

Ironblogger

Weil bloggen wichtig ist, habe ich ein IronBlogger Projekt ins Leben gerufen. Auch hierzu gibt es einen Artikel im Novatrend Blog Viel Zeit, viele Themen und Iron Blogging.

Aufruf: Blogge einmal die Woche mit uns. Momentan kommen die Blogger aus Kenya, Uganda, Nigeria, Frankreich und Deutschland. Die meisten bloggen auf Englisch, die Deutschen meist auf deutsch 🙂 Ich mache so eine Mischung. Das ganze ist übrigens für einen guten Zweck.

Link: https://ironblogger.cocoate.com
Hashtag: #ibcoco

Und meine Kunst?

Ich mache mir ja seit Anfang 2015 auch Gedanken über die Kunst und es sind sogar schon ein paar Sachen dabei herausgekommen (MaxiLamps, Hello Art und die Moulage dazu). MaxiLamps habe ich in der ART Fabrik in einer kleinen Nische untergebracht und es blinkt fröhlich vor sich hin.

ART Fabrik MaxiLamps
ART Fabrik MaxiLamps