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By Amran Gaye in Fiction, Rome, Mass MTL and Son, Mass MTL and Sons, Dara Mass, Haha, Human Interest, Kore, LAN, Massachusetts, Nyu, shopkeeper, Teye

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(scene: Yaayi Ministerr is in a Peul shop, standing behind a barrier and speaking to the shopkeeper) 
 
- Yow Pol bi joh ma nyaari sachet foe fu… (Mass enters) More kiidu Mass?
- Ah Yayi Ministerr. Yow lore feh ute?
- Haha! - kaaye ma wahla kore Mass. Mass ham nga luuye huss-band gorn.
- Yaayi Ministerr leralal ma - luuye horse-baand gorn?
- Huss-band gorn daal Mass MTL and Son nyore kore fi indi chi dayka bi. Laaj ma pour lan Mass?
- Pour lan Yaayi Ministerr?
- Nyu neh daal jigain nyi ku chi sa jaykarr gaytaynati…
- Gaytain bu mell naka Yaayi Ministerr.
- Lume mune di dorn Mass. Utal la wuja. (one finger up). Di jayfoe ak mbindaan bi. (two fingers). Banya feye sa school feesi hahleh yi.

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Killing The Truth - Science or Religion

By Latirr Carr in Essays, Rome, Culture, Galileo Galilei, Philosophy of religion, Relationship between religion and science, Religion, Religious belief, Science, scientist, Social Issues, Technology

In the 1600’s the world was reaching for new frontiers in scientific discovery and more specifically in Cosmology. Unfortunately, as we were allowing our ancient discoveries to evolve into new horizons of intellect, someone who would later be considered the father of modern science was standing trial in Rome on suspicion of heresy as he just finished publishing his book “dialogue concerning the two chief world systems”.

Now heresy is defined as “An opinion or a doctrine at variance with established religious beliefs, especially dissension from or denial of Roman Catholic dogma by a professed believer or baptized church member”.

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Feb 06, 2011

SCREAM!!!

Posted by lat | Tags: Lat's Thoughts , Poetry, Rome, Donald Knuth, Film, MIX, National Aeronautics and Space Administration, Scream | 0 Comments

I wanna scream!
When I see your baggy shorts
Dropping below your waist
Showing me your?
Your? …ok
Showing me something
I wanna scream
When you talk about them
Those you’ve had
How you’ve had them
Those you’ve….

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May 07, 2008

The Invisible Hands of the Gambian Commerce

Posted by amrangaye | Tags: Live From the Gambia, Banjul, Bissau, Dakar, Mecca, Rome, What, Africa, Benin, Brazil, Burkina Faso, Guinea, India, Mali, Nigeria, Senegal, Sudan, Togo, Person Career, carpenter, driver, Education, food, Human Interest, metal, Moon Tigers, oil, Religion, Social Issues | 0 Comments

Opposite the Mosque on Independence Drive, outside the building that houses the Ministry of Trade, Industry, and Employment, there sits a cobbler. Watch, as he deftly inserts a long needle trailing its thread into the side of a leather shoe, and then carefully pulls it out the other side. Around him and on the ground are a pile of such shoes, mouths wide open, waiting to be mended. There is also the other cruft of his trade: the leather patches and sole replacements, the long needles which he uses, spools of (predominantly black and white) thread, tins of polish and brushes. He is a permanent fixture here, like the old men who sit on the other side of the road, Men of the Mosque awaiting the muezzin's call to the next prayer.

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May 07, 2008

The Invisible Hands of the Gambian Commerce

Posted by amrangaye | Tags: Live From the Gambia, Banjul, Bissau, Dakar, Mecca, Rome, What, Africa, Benin, Brazil, Burkina Faso, Guinea, India, Mali, Nigeria, Senegal, Sudan, Togo, Person Career, carpenter, driver, Education, food, Human Interest, metal, Moon Tigers, oil, Religion, Social Issues | 0 Comments

Opposite the Mosque on Independence Drive, outside the building that houses the Ministry of Trade, Industry, and Employment, there sits a cobbler. Watch, as he deftly inserts a long needle trailing its thread into the side of a leather shoe, and then carefully pulls it out the other side. Around him and on the ground are a pile of such shoes, mouths wide open, waiting to be mended. There is also the other cruft of his trade: the leather patches and sole replacements, the long needles which he uses, spools of (predominantly black and white) thread, tins of polish and brushes. He is a permanent fixture here, like the old men who sit on the other side of the road, Men of the Mosque awaiting the muezzin's call to the next prayer.

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