Remember

My pride was not the money
Not even the long gold chain at least

But remember the old sad yet funny

same old stories about the promise

of an amazing life with nobody else

but the one whose lines interlocked mine

I was really so sure that my soul did melt

For more than once I felt your sweet shine

I remember I could sing the words to sleep

I did often light some old cigars I had made

Overtaken by a brutal life that was deep

And a river that recorded everything we said

Remember you were once young and tall

And proud like a diamond tree in the wind

Turning down offers and true love

The lines on your horizon are now mere rings

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Literature Icon for the Week

She remains the most-translated individual author – having been translated into at least 103 languages. 

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, Lady Mallowan , DBE (née Miller ; 15 September 1890 – 12 January 1976) was an English crime novelist, short story writer and playwright .
 She is best known for her 66 detective novels and 14 short story collections, particularly those revolving around her fictional detectives Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple. 

She also wrote the world’s longest-running play, a murder mystery, The Mousetrap, and six romances under the name Mary Westmacott . In 1971 she was elevated to Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire (DBE) for her contribution to literature. 

Christie was born into a wealthy upper-middle-class family in Torquay,Devon . She served in a Devon hospital during the First World War , tending to troops coming back from the trenches, before marrying and starting a family in London. She was initially an unsuccessful writer with six rejections,  but this changed when

The Mysterious Affair at Styles , featuring Hercule Poirot, was published in 1920.  During the

Second World War she worked as a pharmacy assistant at University College Hospital, London, during the Blitz and acquired a good knowledge of poisons which featured in many of her novels.

Guinness World Records lists Christie as the best-selling novelist of all time. Her novels have sold roughly 2 billion copies, and her estate claims that her works come third in the rankings of the world’s most-widely published books, [5] behind only Shakespeare’s works and the Bible. According to Index Translationum , she remains the most-translated individual author – having been translated into at least 103 languages.  And Then There Were None is Christie’s best-selling novel, with 100 million sales to date, making it the world’s best-selling mystery ever, and one of the best-selling books of all time. Christie’s stage play The Mousetrap holds the world record for longest initial run. It opened at the

Ambassadors Theatre in the West End on 25 November 1952 and as of 2017 is still running after more than 25,000 performances. 

In 1955, Christie was the first recipient of the Mystery Writers of America ‘s highest honour, the Grand Master Award . Later the same year, Witness for the Prosecution received an Edgar Award by the MWA for Best Play. 

 In 2013, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd was voted the best crime novel ever by 600 fellow writers of the Crime Writers’ Association .On 15 September 2015, coinciding with her 125th birthday, And Then There Were None was named the “World’s Favourite Christie” in a vote sponsored by the author’s estate.

Most of her books and short stories have been adapted for television, radio, video games and comics, and more than thirty feature films have been based on her work.

Today in History

André-Jacques Garnerin was the first to design and test parachutes capable of slowing a man’s fall from a high altitude.

​The first parachute jump of note was made by André-Jacques Garnerin from a hydrogen balloon 3,200 feet above Paris.
Garnerin first conceived of the possibility of using air resistance to slow an individual’s fall from a high altitude while a prisoner during the French Revolution. Although he never employed a parachute to escape from the high ramparts of the Hungarian prison where he spent three years, Garnerin never lost interest in the concept of the parachute. In 1797, he completed his first parachute, a canopy 23 feet in diameter and attached to a basket with suspension lines.

On October 22, 1797, Garnerin attached the parachute to a hydrogen balloon and ascended to an altitude of 3,200 feet. He then clambered into the basket and severed the parachute from the balloon. As he failed to include an air vent at the top of the prototype, Garnerin oscillated wildly in his descent, but he landed shaken but unhurt half a mile from the balloon’s takeoff site. In 1799, Garnerin’s wife, Jeanne-Genevieve, became the first female parachutist. In 1802, Garnerin made a spectacular jump from 8,000 feet during an exhibition in England. He died in a balloon accident in 1823 while preparing to test a new parachute.

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Tiye, My Makeshift Home

The cold air from the ocean which is a stone throw from the bush makes it easy really. You could spend hours talking to the surrounding grasses

The few days I have spent at Tiye has been so far thrilling. It didn’t at first seem so when one morning I received a letter confirming my transfer to the freezone. The thing about life is that it’s not always fair. Stopping halfway is not an option too.

The cold breeze from the sea makes life beautiful the more in the small community of mostly migrants from the mainland, and some foreign nationals from Togo, Gabon,Ghana, India and China. 

The other side of life here is the part where you have to figure out how to answer when nature calls in the middle of the night. At Tiye it appears to be a tradition to run into the bush when one needs to use the toilet. The cold air from the ocean which is a stone throw from the bush makes it easy really. You could spend hours talking to the surrounding grasses. Some naughty locals take this routine to the shores. When I asked why one said it’s an ageless custom there. Moreover one cannot deny the comfort you can enjoy easing off very close to the currents; the wet sand. I was tempted once to try but my respect for nature dissuaded me from doing so.