Monthly Archives: September 2015

GHeadshot by Dylan Loh and Jani G

I have big news for anyone currently in the niche website and SEO business. There’s a new player in town and it’s going to change the way everybody approaches these two popular internet marketing strategies. Of course I’m talking about the new GHeadshot software from Dylan Loh and Jani G. This program is making waves already and for good reason.

Before GHeadshot came out, it was standard protocol to spend hours and hours building mini-sites and trying to optimize them so Google, Yahoo, Bing and all the other search engines would see them as an authority site and rank them highly. We all know how valuable that #1 position is, and we often spend weeks and months trying to snatch it.

Well I’m here to tell you that the era of “weeks and months” is over, and thanks to GHeadshot we are now in the era of “hours and minutes.” You see, what GHeadshot gives you is the power to automate those long repetitious tasks with an average of 9 clicks. In a normal workday I was able to pump out 10 affiliate mini-sites that are already ranking amazingly and making me money as we speak.

This is really unheard of, and to be honest I don’t know how I feel about these guys practically giving away such a useful tool at such a low price. Kind of makes all the hard work I did in the past look easy! But hey, it’s their product, not mine, and if they’re going to put it out there then I’m going to use it to its full extent.

So if you’re looking for an easy way to get ahead of the competition still doing all their building and optimizing by hand, and are ready to get hours of your day back so you can sit back and watch the money pour in, then head over to GHeadshot today and find out what you’ve been missing this whole time!

Mary Christine is a proud wife, mother of three, and home business owner. To find out more about her business or about running your own business online, click here.

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“Imitation of Life” – REM – Dreamy, Endearing, Nostalgic

Anyone who’s ever fallen in love with 80s rock music loves R.E.M. They’ve been faithful quiet achievers for decades now, certainly with a different M.O. compared with say, U2, who’ve been around just as long. The song Imitation of Life off the 2001 album Reveal is quite a remarkable, enduring song which beckons further investigation.

My love of the song’s melody helps characterise me as an ‘art rock’ fan; the same genre that Pink Floyd often filled, and Coldplay today. It’s filled with an easy, dreamy, minor-note tempo and an endearing melody with lyrics inspiring the all-age nostalgia of surreal escapism.

The song’s lyrics, on the other hand, are not that coherent. There’s a somewhat loose link to an errant aspiration, something sort of esoteric cased in a hopeless way. For all the trying there’s not a lot of succeeding. There’s more saying than doing. There’s more munching on sugary sweets than real action. The target of the song is impotent.

It’s a void, this life profiled. It’s an imitation, model life that’s quite postmodern in feel–neither there or there-abouts but somehow promising to be in contention.

I recall a time like this. Almost it seems another lifetime ago I had my experimentations in a world of chaotic nothingness–a life that promised a lot but never quite delivered anything real. A life that watched on, wheels spinning expectantly, but never actually gaining traction. I was a dreamer and oh, I pined to be a doer alright. All I thought about was doing. And that’s the point. I thought too much.

And this music attracts the dreamy type who prefers to dream. But it doesn’t have to be this way. For all the trying and crying depicted in Imitation of Life there’s the sense that there are two people involved living two completely separate lives–one striving and doing, enduring storms, tidal waves and avalanches, the other challenged by soft sugar cane and promises of Hollywood.

Given the two extremes, what would we have? What life will we commit to living? What is our life characterised by predominantly: dreaming or doing?

Steve Wickham is a Registered Safety Practitioner (BSc, MSIA, RSP) and a qualified, unordained Christian minister (GradDipBib&Min).

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The sublime poetry of omoseye bolaji

By Peter Moroe

Omoseye Bolaji has contributed a lot to African black writing. For many of us we associate him with superhuman contributions to journalism; but then again there is his nigh-phenomenal contributions to literature. This is understandable. It is baffling that any writer we know so well could have published so many stunning fictional books: Impossible Love, The Ghostly Adversary. The Guillotine, The subtle transgressor, People of the Townships, and the “Tebogo mystery” series: Tebogo Investigates, Tebogo’s Spot of bother, Tebogo Fails, Ask Tebogo, Tebogo and the haka, Tebogo and the epithalamion, and Tebogo and the pantophagist.

In the process Bolaji’s contributions to poetry become very much undermined. An occasional poet, as he calls himself, he has nevertheless published a fair amount of poetry in magazines and in anthologies (books). Here I shall briefly look at his published book of poems, Snippets (republished several times since 1998). Bolaji’s poems are not of the quick fame, easily understood variety; they are often condensed, distilled from African proverbs and a profound philosophical mind remarkably expressive in English.

Take the beginning of THE VILLAGE for example:

The pastoral rustic ambience

Fauna serenely traipsing around

The inimitable sheep dog on the qui vive

 Orchestrating the peregrinations of its wards

Or the beginning of IN EXILE:

Shards of loneliness pierce the exotic glasshouse

A wandering musky essence wrapped in cogitation

A withering cold exacerbated by the perforation

Of my ramshackle matchbox house

What to ameliorate the sequestered existence?

The comprehension of the poems become even more difficult when Bolaji dips into African aphorisms; in DERAILMENT for example:

 In dire frustration and stymied futility…

The needle is malleable to the entreaties of the cloth…

The poetic devices are heightened and impressive, even in his more simple poems like TEMPTATION.

 “Titillating. Husky penumbral tendrils again”

 And the very last line of the poem:

 “Wan yes, but one that won me a laurel!”

 Note the poetic use of “wan” “one” and “won” in just one line, all with different meanings.

Poems such as THE VILLE and ODIOUS SIGHT are sonnets, with all the lines rhyming. In ODIOUS SIGHT it is interesting that Bolaji borrows from languages with his end rhymes, e.g mukhukhus rhyme with goose (lines 9 and 10); and system rhymes with skelm (lines 14 and 14) T

THE ROAD is a triumph. The foot notes to the poem tell us that it is one based on true life when as a very young man, Bolaji was driving a car which suddenly “knocked” See how the poet describes it:

A heart rending noise

Reminiscent of grating ululations

Redolent of abrasions. Lesions.

Banshee screechings and screams

Interspersed with persistent metallic shrieking

 Involuntarily jerking the car to a halt

We can imagine the engine of the car in great pain! The simplest poem in the book is certainly BETRAYAL which ends in both pathos and bathos:

When you were in my arms

And you said you were for me

I thought something great was developing

Now I’m shocked to learn

That my own senior at work

keeps you warm in bed!

 The unexpected ending, the climax, reminds us of most of Bolaji’s fiction anyway. Which I suppose is a familiar place to end this piece.


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Q Rage

Akin to what we see on the roads today, is another type of rage. Let us call it ‘Q Rage’.

I have to admit that I succumb to this rage very often. Whether I am at the BSNL counter trying to pay my telephone dues or at the movie theatre trying to get the first show tickets or at the temple trying to get His blessings, I often feel the rush of blood to my head.

There is this guy, who with utter disregard for the patiently waiting citizenry, shoves his hand inside the ticket counter from the side and gets the tickets he wants. I guess this is perfectly fine with him because of his unstated premise: my time is more precious than thine.

This rage manifests itself when one challenges this premise. Isn’t time the most democratic possession of all? If time and tide waits for no man, it follows that time and tide (read high tide) is everyone’s, and in equal measure.

Already, we have seen a death in a London shopping mall owing to do this Q rage, albeit in a different manner; a lady thought she was being wrongly accused of jumping the queue and went into a fit. She called her boyfriend who came in quickly and punched an innocent bystander to a sudden death. This bystander had not been anywhere in the argument and fell victim to this Q rage.

If you think about it, road rage is actually a variant of Q rage. Often times a person wants to jump a lane and speed off. Here too the same premise applies; my time is more precious than yours. If you dont make way, I will have you make way.

Maybe, Q rage is a good thing after all. Let no one autocratise time!

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