Thursday, January 08, 2026

7 Last of the Rhodesians: Chronicles of an African anarchist – The Gokwe Kid – Searching for Rhodesia 7

 

Journal 08.01.2026.

Sawa Camp, Nuweibaa, Sinai Peninsula, Egypt

 

BOB IS ALIVE

 


Written this morning before I went for the walk…

 

And I awoke from a slumber of cured irritation for thus it happened that yesterday was one of misery…

 

I read this morning about advancements in quantum computing and how it can solve so many problems in the not so far future. Then can they please hurry up as I had problem and all the incredible technological advancements in this digital age had created it and has no idea what so ever how to solve it – to wit, I want to listen to my laptop showing a documentary film but because of Angie I need to use earphones and the ear phones use Bluetooth and my laptop can’t find it properly and when I looked for 6 hours on the internet, paying a fortune in roaming, it tells me to start here and I should end here but I actually land up at start here.

 

At the end of the day as the mozzies came out to suck my blood, I realised that my Rhodie training had mellowed somewhat with age. Just a few years ago I would have been of serious intoxication by then and would have fixed the problem real good with a hammer. That one Moses used.

 


I would of fixed that laptop so fucking good it would never, ever, ever - fuck me off again. I wouldn’t care that the thing was now utterly fucked. Dead! Game over china.

 

Of course, oddly, in the morn as the buzzing bloodsuckers go to bed with the Bedouins, I would need some painkillers for my head and wonder why a hammer is imbedded in my laptop.

 

But those days are gone for ever now. They can return if I down a bottle of fine, beautiful, dark, smoky Jamaican rum, but at the moment as I continue my quest, I preferred to get high and give up and sulk in bed ALL NIGHT – without any Bedouins.

 

Maybe, if I am lucky, Angie dearest said she had a pair she would happily give me. I would happily take both pairs – But, that would be pointless if both pairs are wireless.

 


I have remembered this time to bring plenty of reading material. On my Kindle I have Cosmos by Carl Sagan and the entire collection of the Flashman Papers.

Printed matter, I have Les Capoyo’s book , The Vally of Broken Souls.  I am about half way through. Set in 1800 South Africa. When I have finished it, I will comment, but to suffice to say it is light, easy reading.

Another is a small booklet I was given to by my extremely fucked up youngest son – Physics of the World-Soul Whitehead’s Adventure in Cosmology by Matthew T, Segall. Nothing big deal for me and must be read in small batches, otherwise I tend to go off in a tangent of reasoning.

 

The final bit of reading matter is a very strange one. I spotted it when I was waiting for the morning airport bus to pick me up from that hotel in Istanbul. It was amongst the multi-language books of brainless fodder on a rack of shelves where people leave books and magazines. This particular offering from 2025 seemed to just scream at me for attention.



I picked it up and instantly realised that everything I have ever read from Socrates to Sagan - all made sense to me and now in my hand was the proof. Basically, I know within  the proven scientific evidence of present time, where we come from and where we are going. Easy peesy – Job done.


That is the easy part but needed a lot of philosophical and scientific advancements of centuries to come to that conclusion.


All this accumulated knowledge also has a side-line that is very disturbing.  More or less, they predict that the human race is doomed unless the following is dealt with…

 


The list is comprehensive and (if that new neighbour doesn’t stop his fucking yowling as he reads from a prayer book in Martian, I will use my magic Moses hammer and sing Bang-bang Maxwell’s silver hammer went down on his head, Bang-bang Maxwell’s silver hammer made sure he was dead…,) and using the proof I have now obtained I will guide you through its contents and link anything I find that could have remotely anything to do with growing up in Rhodesia.

 

That sounds complicated, but it will soon come apparent.

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Now I am back from the walk and knackered. Loads to tell you tomorrow but now I look online for an eVisa for… Israel. I am going to go there if all goes to plan in a few days time…

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