Day 199 - Malindi Kenia - the New Italian Colony - Acuna Matata

Acuna Matata, from the Lion King, means No Problem.

This is the new slogan of the Italians that have moved or are moving to Malindi.

They say that Italy is turning into a State of Fiscal Dictatorship.

Yes, because trying to have everyone, in the specific the rich tax evader, pay taxes is a Dictatorship which is not working for them and they have Choices, the ones granted by Money, so since the Public Policies seem to be misaligned with their interests at the moment, they'll just move on.

So what will be left in Italy will be those that do not have choices, the ones that have not been paid for the last 3 months by government bodies because the money has been spent on the ones on Top, not considering that the ones at the bottom are the ones running the show, cleaning the streets, having hospitals working, schools, transportation, what makes a community a place for All.

As I researched this news of Italians I found a list of famous, wealthy people who are planning to move there like Berlusconi or are already well established there such as Briatore, the famous F1 Etrepreneur.

He is building a new Billionaire Club, it will cost peanuts to build using the slavemanship available there for a pittance and the Kenyans hope it will boost their economy, because, being unaware of how the system works, they have not yet clear that foreign investments NEVER boost the economy for the locals, the money is made by the rich for the rich, the locals are there to provide cheap labor and to be given candies by the tourists and to allow their children to be embraced for snapshots that become testimonies of the compassionate nature of those photographed, who after the picture put the kids down, give them some candies to rot their teeth and move on with their lives.

The reasons for such Exodus are not just to save tax Money but the gain of living in a cheap country where there is cheap Human capital to be exploited, where they get to live the life of Kings that they can't afford in Italy, the life that doesn't know Laws, because even the Laws written by Money to protect the rich had to have some decency over time and forbid what was a clear infringement of Human Rights, such as Child prostitution and trafficking.

But not in Malindi, Italians rank no. 1 in Child exploitation in Malindi and in Thailand as well, anywhere where they could buy their way to their desires with Money, Italians are there, getting the grapes put in their mouths while lying down on a recliner from the hands of children, exploiting children as young as 9 years old -and maybe younger- for 5 euro, who are sold out by hungry parents and by mothers who have an heritage of prostitution and don't see any other way to make money and support themselves.

Some argue that Italians are loved in Malindi, but the journalists that have not sold out tell a completely different story.

They tell of the hate that they inspire by their big well guarded Villas in which, beyond closed doors, anything is possible, where children are delivered and used and while the Italians think they are the best because they don't beat them or don't push for the real Kinky stuff, the truth is that they are Predators of the Poor, and within their closed gated community, proud about it.

The Hate is hidden, secret, the Italians have become powerful in Malindi, they can get you in troubles, they buy out the police for 50 euro, they were covered up even by the Consul in Malindi in 2008, who said those were just urban legends with no truth to it, noticeably The Italian embassy is the only foreign mission with a resident consul in Malindi for which Italian taxpayer pay for, the taxpayers pay as well for all the missions to fight child prostitution in Kenya, millions have been devoted to this, money of course that disappeared into the pockets of the same ones who possibly abuse children. The irony of it All, taxpayers are unknowingly supporting child prostitution in Kenya and their cover ups

A mention of an untraceable report on the UNICEF site says that Italians are Top Abusers, they rank no 1 in Kenya, they brought so much money there that the locals learned Italian hoping to have access to some of it.

All the links to the UNICEF report from Italian articles about this are broken, on the UNICEF site as well its impossible to get to it, there is big money in the business of prostituting and trafficking children -not money FOR the children- and big money moves mountains. The only working link I found was through an article published on the Atlantic about Mafia in Malindi, can be visited clicking here.

So, the problem of government raising taxes to include the rich and powerful, to even out the fields for All and guarantee that those that are not paid for their work, do get paid, any attempt to curb this curve of Inequality cannot work, because we have gone too far down the line and now All the Money is in the hands of those that no longer accept rules of any kind because they see rules as an infringement on their right to abuse, they call abuse 'opportunities' that they give to both themselves and the needy, but guess what, we made the needy needy, if we stopped our lives that don't make sense to anyone but to us, to include all equally, we would not have the needy, we would All  have a dignified Life and an end to the Abuses of all sorts in this World.

This is just 1 story of Abuse, millions of such stories are going on everywhere in the world.
We need to Change what we have accepted and allowed, we need to change the rules of this rigged game, if we can't level the fields, we have to rewrite the systems, we have to make the current Money worthless and give New Money as the pass to resources to All, this is the only thing that will stop Abuses, the rising of All for the Good of All.

And then we'll see who sells their children and those who buy them will have to face that there is a problem with their desires that needs to be addressed, this world is not the Playground of the Rich, they'll have to rethink that one out, because while they played, while we dwindled, lives were and are lost, children are abused, and Acuna Matata is just the way of the Rich and Powerful to say Fuck You All.

There is a lot of Matata to address, we have to start with a plan, we have one, it's called Equal Money, it covers the whole system change, it will stop wars, violence, famine, abuses and the exploitation of children.

Get involved, cast your vote, we can do better than this if we stand together for Change. Don't wait.

Equal Money website for a System Change

Desteni for the individual Change we need to break through our fears and support a System Change. Pedophiles can find support for self support here too. Stop the Mind as the Source of All Abuses.

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Day 17: He Died because of Me

L. was my second 'official' boyfriend, we went to live together when my mum threw me out of her house when I was 19. I liked him since I was 17, but he was 5 years older and thought I was too young.

We met again one evening when I was 18, we went out for drinks with friends, flirted all evening and ended up having Sex in his office after we smoked some joints together.

He was into drugs, I had only done pot until then, he introduced me to some other drugs, like coke and amphetamines, I did not like coke, as coke was my normal state of being, on a speedy highway in thoughts and speech, I liked amphetamines, I felt I was God on them, totally disconnected from my body, no hunger, thirst, or tiredness, absolutely no physical discomfort of any kind, it felt great.

The down was terrible, if you shoot yourself up high, you may see how low you will go when you come down, I did not see it until the come down came. It was horrific, the pain in my body was extensive and everywhere, it took me 3 days to feel Ok again.

So I was in and out of powders pretty fast, I found that Pot was my thing, it slowed me down nicely and basically when I overdid it I would fall asleep, kept me quiet and unbothered and made me less prone to anger outburst, didn't have the energy for anger play outs.

For L. pot was not enough, he liked the roller coaster of drugs.

When we moved into a small apartment after sharing a room in a thugs house in my neighbourhood, we were OK for a while, we would spend our weekend stoned and having sex, he was much into Sex as well, so we got on fairly well, our communication was limited to talking about others as soon as we would be alone, I told him he was NOT the man of my life, I was sure about this, and I felt I had been honest about it.

Our Relationship was always troubled, we split and got together again a few times, sex always drove us back together, but we knew we were not good for each other and at one point I was ashamed of going back to him again and again and we saw each other secretly.

While we lived together I realized he was doing heroin with a common friend, the signs were there, small pupils and vomiting on and off after eating, I asked him and he said NO, then like women do, I told him, "tell me the truth, it's better, there won't be consequences, just be honest".

So he told me the truth, yes I do heroin occasionally with our common friend.

I felt betrayed and taken for a ride, as this had been going on for a while, I felt as well ashamed that someone else knew what I did not know that impacted on us so much, I felt ashamed as well of being with someone who was doing heroin, among the 'sane' one of us in our neighbourhood, we had seen many friends die, L.'s previous girlfriend that he left for me, started heroin too, and eventually died on it, heroin was the line we drew on what was acceptable and he had to cross it.

So I upped and left.

He came looking for me a few times, this is a very cultural pattern, Italian women leave so men can run after us and we get a sense of value, that our man saw our worth and missed us, something that did not happen with my ex husband due to not having the same cultural imprinting (and as I said possibly the relief to see me going), which left me sitting alone at the love game table unable to make any other 'move'.

After 3 months I had left I heard that he was on heroin now full time, he had to give me back some money I had lent him and he would come monthly to my office to pay his debt, the third month I was not there, my colleague told me that he was yellow and that he probably had caught hepatitis.

He called me on the phone, he said "please come back with me, if you do, I'll stop shooting heroin", and I felt angry for the blackmail, I told him, you stop for yourself first, then we see and I said 'NO, I can't, I don't even have the tools to help you, I'm a fuck up myself, I can visit, bring you something to read and chat but can't go back together'

I could not support him as I was not even able to support myself psychologically and I feared I would join in his black hole instead of being able to pull him out.

He did not kick the habit, he went to jail instead, twice, for trafficking, in jail he was tested and they found out he was HIV positive.

He told me he wanted to quit the first time he came out of jail and asked me to host him, I did as I carried the guilt for how his life had turned out, I would lock him in every morning and would come back every evening to have dinner together, a few days later I saw the same heroin use symptoms, I started to take the phone with me and this is when his withdrawal kicked in.

Two weeks later he was better, he asked me to let him go to work, he said he would meet another friend who had given up, so he would be unwatched for just 20 minutes.

One hour later his friend called, he had not turned up. I drove to our pusher's friend home, I rang the bell and L. came to open the door wasted, we looked at each other, I slapped him so hard he walked backward all the way to the wall never leaving my gaze where he just said 'ouch'. 

I said 'come and pack your things today' and left.

He came when R. one of our common friend was there, R. said 'I'll stay, just in case', when L. came he said 'I'm sorry I have let you down', this enraged me greatly and I went to the bedroom where he was packing up and we had a physical fight, I told him 'you have let yourself down you bastard', while I smacked him repeatedly. He just lied there and took it. R. had to step in, not for my sake as he may have wrongly foreseen, for L.'s sake.

Few years went by, he got in touch again, told me he was no longer on drugs, he quit after the last arrest thanks to a priest that helped him and could we see each other again.

When we met he looked frail and sick, they found out he had TB, I went to his home, it was a mess, he had always been so neat, even at the height of his addiction, I helped him to clean up everything, we threw away two huge bags of rubbish, I was on a visiting trip from Singapore and had to leave soon, he promised to keep himself healthy, eat good meals and take care of himself.

We called again when I was in Singapore, he told me he realized that everything he thought was actually coming true and was going through a omnipotence trip, few months later my mum and R. had to break down his door and call an ambulance to have him recovered in a hospital, my mum told me his home was a disgrace.

On the next trip back to Italy I went and visited him at the TB facility, he was in isolation, told me they would soon release him, that he had chances to get on a government support plan, we kept in touch by phone.

The last call he made to me I did not call back, two days later he died.

I was not on speaking terms with my mum at the time, so it was up to R. to send me an email, the email said

'Ele, I'm sad to let you know that L. passed away one week ago, I just went to his funeral, I'm sure you will agree this was the best thing for him too'

I did not cry, I felt it was the best he could do for himself at the stage he had got to, L. died to himself when they told him he had AIDS, for someone who had always cheated death with a flair that came as a blow he never recovered from, finally Life had caught up with him, he did not manage to run fast enough to cheat Death too.

I Forgive myself for Accepting and Allowing myself to isolate myself in my pot world so much that I could not care for myself or others

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel guilty because I did not go back to this relationship with L. when he started on heroin fearing that he would not get out and I would get in instead

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to see and define myself as a wasted person and for being unable to stand up in self support and practical support of another

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel guilty that L. got hepatitis and HIV because I saw it as an outflow of my unwillingness to put up with his heroin habit to support him

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to blame myself because L. got sick

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to tell someone 'there will be no consequences' deceiving them when in my secret mind I knew all along there would be and I'm just pushing for the truth they don't want to tell me, fearing the consequences of the truth

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to fear the consequences of telling the truth

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to fear the world of thugs in which we were born and raised and for believing we had no choices to change ourselves unless we cheated and lied about where we were from and our past

I forgive myself for accepting ad allowing myself to live a secret Pot life in which I did not let anyone in as I liked to project an image of myself as having it together and being in control

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel guilty whenever L. was arrested because I was never able to express my fears and let him know that since I did not trust myself to be able to change I could not trust him either and this was why I could never support him through his change

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to believe I couldn't change and for not trusting myself to be able to change

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel better when his life became troubled because I could show myself I was right after all and that he would have never quit no matter if I had been present or not and that I made the right choice to not go back with him

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to have Relationships with men for the sole purpose of having sex  that I enjoyed, not caring what that meant for them because I had been clear about me being just transiting in their lives

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to believe that I can find my worth in relationships with men and I can push it until they show me the worth I am after, either by leaving or staying and making myself special and within this I forgive myself for having desired to and made myself special and for having left as a way to gain value for myself instead of facing the point that I felt worthless to start with

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel worthless within my relationships with the men I left to prove I was worthy, due to my separation from Self Worth as Self Here in every moment of Breath

I forgive myself for accepting and allowig myself to separate myself from Self Worth as Self here in every moment of Breath

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to accept and believe that drugs are our way out in a world that doesn't make sense, instead of seeing why is this world not making sense and what I can do to change it into an experience where no one has to live the kind of experiences I lived while I grew up in fear in a thugs area where violence and survival where the name of the game

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to hate my mother's Pollyanna mindset as she thought and believed that the repeated setting on fire of the fruit stall in our square was just an accident while she refused to see reality for what it is, like I did through using pot, to not have to face reality as a scary abusive place in which some kids are just trained and left with the choice to do vile things to survive

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to believe that violence is a way to show disagreement in a passionate way, instead of seeing and realizing that passion means suffering and violence is just the physical outflow of the suffering we all share that explodes into the physical because we have not stood up against any form of abuse, starting with self abuse

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to base my relationship with L. on guilt for what I did not do to help him out of his heroin life

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel a void when L. died, because so many relationship threads were created between the two of us that I left unattended and did not clear out because I feared ending up going back with him to put a lid on my guilt, if I did

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to believe that he died because I did not care enough, instead of seeing that he died because he did not care enough to live

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to be angry at L. for dying on me instead of sorting himself out so I could put my guilt to rest

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to believe I was a liar when later in life I spoke the words, "if you need me I'm here", because I had not been there for L. and look what happened

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to accept and allow myself to live and breath guilt as one and equal to me, instead of realizing guilt is my own creation out of my own judgement of myself that I have suppressed about L., the Past and what happened with his life, instead of seeing I can only be self responsible and make myself stable so I will not suck the life out of others as a way to sustain myself and my ideas and definitions of myself that I have made up to deal with my suppressions due to my self judgements of myself and others, one and equal.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to not stand up for a world change that would allow lives of dignity for everyone, where everyone can have enough and access to free education and no life goes wasted in a system of abuse in which I have been a willing and an active participant through direct participation or through my acceptances and allowances of just try to pass another day in a world of fear and hate I wished I had never been born into.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to desire to never have been born as the ultimate abdication of my power and self responsibility for a world I have created through cycles of time and that I now I need to stand up and correct inside and outside, Equal and One, for myself and What is Best for All.

When and as I see myself bringing up or about to bring up Memories of L. to abuse myself I stop, Breathe, remind myself L. is gone and no thoughts were ever supportive or can now be of support to him or myself and my participation within and as the polarity of emotions and feelings on this topic is just a form of Self Abuse that I will no longer accept One and Equal to myself

When and as I see myself doubting myself and moving into or about to move into not trusting myself to be able to support someone effectively, which means to not accept from them aything less that I accept of and as of myself on my Walk Back to Life, I stop, Breathe, remind myself I'm not supportive if I support another's Ego of emotions and feelings and beliefs about themselves, instead I offer the tools of Self Honesty, Self Forgiveness and Self Corrective application so they too may break free from the prison of their Minds, and trust that this is enough as each one of us has to walk ourselves out of our own self designed prisons of self and other's judgements.

I commit myself to no longer disregard any crime against Life, be it my own or other, and to expose this world that is an abomination in which I am born as a chance I am giving to myself and others One and Equal to make it right, to straighten what went wrong from the beginning of time, to realign to creation as an act of Life, in which everyone is Equally considered and supported and no one has to die for my for-get-fullness instead of living What is Best for All, for and as my for-giveness, to All as Life, One and Equal.

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