Saturday, February 20, 2016

Ch (14) Accolades Posponed


How many days ive missed your face.

Your silence and my solitude

Whatever did they tell you to have held your resolve so implacably

How i longed to regain my place.

My heart with so many gifts long overdue

But its all gone now, it went so fast

What could have been, just never was.

How many years Ive failed this race.

Seeing so many others around me

So proud of their sons, but mine lost

And I, to such misplaced disdain, resigned

Your praises so many, left unsaid.

And so many.. im sure unseen

But your door stays closed

My muted call declined.. denied

My longing, and knowing that

Nothing lasts forever

Excepting  my love
Michael

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Letters from Friends


Eddie Bernhardi
Gareth, you know, we just carry on with our normal lives every day, as if everything is okay, we are all so self focused and self centered. Just accepting everything as logical and automatically working out well. Until I get into bed tonight and see that you have liked one of my posts sharing a Sunday afternoon braai with friends and family and then the whole thing jerks me to a halt !! I then suddenly realise that there are you, Gareth, not having the luxuries that we so take for granted. Not having a braai, not having family and friends to socialise with. It almost makes me feel guilty....but I know it shouldn't. But it does. Tonight I just want to tell you and share with you my feelings and respect for you and the situation you are in. There are so many of us that think if you, pray for you, are with you in spirit. You share our joys with us on facebook. But you know what...every day that passes is a day closer to your freedom. That is for sure. We all know that and believe that.....all of us who are your facebook friends. And you believe it too.....I know it. Be strong Gareth...always on our minds and thoughts. Keep it up partner.....and may I have the privilage to personally shake your hand one day...

Thank you so much for your letter, it is perfect...I can print it from here and scan it in with all the rest once we have received them all.  It is so great to be joining as a network of friends and family for Gareth and I thank you so much.

I promise to keep everyone updated as we continue on this journey.  I am hopeful that there really is a great light at the end of this tunnel

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

I write to you, in plea with regards to Gareth Timothy Rutherford who is a British citizen, under the care of the British Embassy and is imprisoned in Kuwait and has been there for the past six years.  

We understand Gareth has discussed with you the details of his imprisonment, from his arrest, right through all of these long years, details of which he shares in his blog http://gareth54.blogspot.com/?m=1

We understand you are limited in your influence and we as old friends are very much hoping that a mass appeal in writing would somehow help to secure some additional help.

We make an urgent plea to you, this is a man who is no danger to society, missing out on living the very best days of his life.

Gareth worked as a engineer, both in South Africa and abroad.  He was a respected colleague and friend to everyone, always willing to go the extra mile and give a helping hand wherever he could.  Sadly, this very kind nature, willing to help any friend, was his demise and we are all desperate for him to be able to leave his Kuwait prison on compassionate grounds.

I have known Gareth since I was 12 years old, more dedicated husbands, friends and fathers are hard to find.  Gareth only went abroad to work for much better remuneration, to give his wife a better life and his son a private education.  
He seldom drank and never did drugs, being vehemently opposed and saved many of our teenage friends from falling into regular drug use.  In fact his drug of choice, were at least 2 pots of english tea a day!

Gareth's mother is now extremely ill,  in a government hospital and desperate to see her oldest son.  His father is very elderly, quite fit but getting frail.  
Gareth's wife has divorced him, she lives in Cape Town South Africa and allows no contact with his 16 year old son, in fact he has had no contact with his son since his incarceration 6 years ago.  
This is very sad as Gareth so desperately needed his wife's support over these years.  

Please please consider giving an exceptionally good man some additional assistance, he really yearns to see his mother before she dies and to use his last few productive years wisely, to make up to all his loved ones.

Please any additional information, do not hesitate to contact me.

Yours sincerely
Tania du Plooy

0027823736664 CT

002482792770 Seychelles

Dear Gareth

Know that your time there is coming to an end. God is preparing you for the time when you are out of there. You will see that every moment in Kuwait meant preparation for the day you are together again with family and friends. You just remember you can and must hold your head up high. You are the son of the King of Kings. You are a co-heir with Christ. You are above and not beneath, you have been bought with a price and protected with a blood covenant. Your are the apple of His eye. So enjoy your time there as it is coming to and end in Jesus Name.

Gareth, I have such great memories of you and your brothers and admiration for the respect you guys always showed us girls when growing up. Much like our silent big brothers, so to speak. This is more than can be said for some of those who grew up with us in Kalk Bay. I feel that these connections are never lost. Your parents were such kind and soulful people. I didn't know much about your dad but Your mum kept us entertained at art classes with Peggy North and co. She was such a lovely lady. Treated us like her own.
Shushed us to sleep when we were tired and safely dropped us at home.
Such fond memories of her and Peggy.
I think I remember you driving that Tartan bakkie and ALWAYS smiled or greeted us.
We interacted often with Tammy and Peter through Alison, Sean and Robin.
You are a part of our history and that deserves remembering and honouring. You may not know it, but we quietly felt safe in our community because of people like you and your family.
So it is, again, I who should thank you for the silent reassurance of safety, respect and the smiles.
Lyn marie adams

Instead of protecting me ! Of all that detail .... I told u ; I knew it was going to hurt me .... Now it's in my brain , and in my imagination .....
I drowned with u reading those lines .... Do u hate me ! While I was trying to bring joy to u in every way I knew .... I was going to record the sounds of the early morning symphony when the birds start singing ...
As if it's not enough feeling Jesus's passion of this month ... I used to think one day I was going to have the stigmata .,.. And now u and your writings ... What did I do ... U still do not know how I somehow can feel and see other people's sufferings , and that pulled me down ; and I try to go up .. up like a butterfly flapping my colorful wings to put smiles on every persons face .... Then something like this puts the arrow in my heart and I fall from my height recognizing that I can do nothing because I am just a corpse !

I have cut and pasted this from messages i sent to your facebook page some days ago. Which it seems you may not have received or read.???I have more to discuss when you. Reply to this....Tillers, many thanks for the warm encouragement. I really felt a bit pathetic whining like that when in actual fact I am so privelaged and well looked after here. Bonz will bear this out when he updates you. I was so takenaback and humbled by the rallying support and encouragement that continues to bless me. Im walking on air. We had three good visit sessions in Bosses private offices and I was so specially pleased to see dad looking so fit and relaxed.
Last time things not so familiar were quite bewildering even with the consular staff leading the way. Some big hugs and time enough to get through all that needed saying. This mail connection continues to forge a pathway to so many in every corner of the world.
Susie now with new ipad in daily contact and getting tec savvy.
Well that may take a little while yet.tsk . Miracles around me every day and I am covered by continuous prayers by so many and more I dont even know. It is so visible and active and I go with the flow, its way easier.
More join with me every day and I share with them as much as I can about everything and its so liberating.
Some I gather still feel a bit awkward about the whole debacle, but Ive got over that and readily launch into detailed or shortened exerpts of what happened then and now.
All this info is disseminating fast and I get more sanguine, relaxed and confident as the info, so long confused and suppressed, is finally pieced together and coherently presented.
Yes its too late now to protest but I will have my turn to testify and to confess to my many failings with relish !!.
Debra visits Susie and smss me quite often.
And we're both on fbook.
I am a bit timid at times and rarely initiate contacts. Learnt that Im divorced which was news and a relief.
Still no contact with Mike or L, but not through lack of trying. So many are now aware of this drive, to penetrate L's iron curtain, I must be patient so as not to put the brainwashed kid into any awkward corner with his mom. It will resolve in its own time and I will share that too with all who have shown so much care.
So at great risk of boring you I have gone on a bit longer than I had intended but had to think of a better way to make up for my inconsiderate silence and to thank you for keeping the wheels on with susie, my dad, and all the mess ive caused.
Also greatly bouyed along by your encouragement and kind words. Much love to you and Jennetta,
best
G

Tillers..!!
Many thanks for the news and encouragement. I sometimes have a bad signal in my room so only pick up mail and news when i get up close to the well concealed routers here boosting our fones.
Its been great now susie has an ipad but we both are a bit slow on the uptake of all this new technology.
Im now so much better having such communcation freedom after so many years in the dark.
I even get ebooks from friends.
This device is a bit small but im used to it already. Im in touch with so many every day i hardly ever get out my room. Bonzo and tams visit was nice but now we have daily comms far more relaxed and easy.
Linda has gone her own way which im quite pleased about.
Debra drops me a line every now and again. I can send mail to gerard or warren hoek for bonzo but ive been a bit slack about that. Kim and yianni from fhoek continue to visit me here every 2weeks and bring me bit that i need. There is nothing that i really need but if i can get something nice every now and again.. i dont really need to martyr myself .. i get it.
Marmite.. pbutter.. slippers.. watch and radio. Rechg batteries.
Yianni brings all.. but the managers here all run the extra mile for me and my visitors , and have good relnshp with annie and co from uk emb.
I have been a bit slack about keeping in touch with south afr emb since maria left but i will give them a ring when the election dust settles.
Susie may have forwarded some of my rambling mails which i am pleased she does. I have been watching with great interest the progress of Shani Krebs.. a saffa who was jailed for 18yrs. He wrote a book which has only recently come out.. about his journey and his new life. 
I was initially a bit sceptical but have been following the whole thing on fbook and bookclub reviews.. and huge interest.. encouragement and joy by thousands. Hes also a pretty good artist and produced quite a lot of works while in prison.
He has also made many friends amongst his wardens much like i have here. Anyway.. there is so much interesting stuff on the net.. but whatever happens.. clearly i must definitely keep up with my journals even though mostly i cover everything in my net mails.. sms.. messegers.. and fbk links.
I prefer to send this in chunks because i hate losing any of it and can never rewrite it like the first time. Also this tiny mobile keyboard is so much slower than a pc or laptop and plagued with typos which take even longer to repair. Tam and bonz said that my 100 monthly pounds will reduce to half sometime soon. Nick frank gavin behr and yianni have been chipping in huge amounts and im really a bit spoilt with so much more than i need. 
This phone is a galaxy s5301 costing about 80dollars outside.
But in here i paid equivalent of 280kd or. $955. Heavens about 12 thousand rand.!!!
Anyway.. as things go here.. im reasonably comfortable and well adapted.
Boarding school.. army.. and 5yrs of basra sort of got me pretty well acclimatised to living amongst this lot of creepy crawlies..
My friends room where i sit to get better net performance.
Fridge mwave bigtv.. and more .
We are very spoilt here.
Police just did a quick walk through so there was as always a bit of a scuffle as all the fones get buried.
As it happens.. some of them are so kind and turn a blind eye.. often sitting down for tea and a bit of banter.
My block... this block.. 3 has about  50 inmates in for crimes right across the range.
Murder..rape.. fraud.. bombers.. drugdealers and traffickers all bundled together.
To get into this block.. one has to have a referee quite high up and so the make up is quite clear of bad apples.
We are not subjected to searches as intense or as frequent as the other blocks.
When they come to my room.. they dont touch anything when other rooms look like hiroshima.
Well it wasnt always like that but as time has gone by.. my reputation and privelages have improved.
So i may make it sound so nice but its what you make of it.
I dont have to sit in rush hour traffic.
And im taking it easy one day at a time and soaking up all the friends and their lives and the cascades of support and concern.9pm.. we are locked in our separate cells.
Some 6 .. some 4.. some 2.
And some like me.. alone. 
Its so much better because mostly they all behave like our mine workers or road gangers and have very warped idea of hygiene.
I stay quiet and set what i think is a good example. .. because they watch my every move.
They see all that i do and hate me for my comfortable capability.. but say nothing.
Im mr fixit here.. like everywhere.. and all that i fix i clean.
I often spend more time cleaning a kettle or a cooker than repairing it. 
Same like how your car goes much better after a full valet than just a service alone.I hear that the cape weather has taken a bit of a dip to winter.
Here each day hotter than the next as we approach another season of dust storms.

Every year they seem to get worse. My aircon is in fair condition and i keep it clean and dont mess with it.  Im hoping to buy a small bar fridge for my room soon and will have to get authorisation first.
There are a bunch of third country nationals in the passage outside my room.. all mopping and cleaning with soap water and dettol.
They do it every day because the inmatrs here mess so much.
They spit on the walls and floors and throw papers and cigg butts everywhere and just dont care.  They leave taps running and waste thousands of litrrs a day with their ritual washing.. but still dont shower. They smell and try to cover it eith perfume... but it doesnt work. Not one has ever seen or used a scrubbing brush on himself or the floor.
A whole new desert culture.. and it takes a lot of getting used to.  Well.. to be quite honest.. i tried for years in iraq and again here.. i can bear with it.. but never get used to it. I gave it my best shot.. even crossing my legs till my knees felt like corksrews at meals on the floor diving into trays of chicken and rice using one hand and no implements.

No umplements...Well .. yes... ump !! Umph to all that.
I sit mostly how im most comfortable...and use a spoon now....not my bare hands.
And then i close my door and read and write and email.. and they mostly leave me to my mad western ways.������
Hoping all is well as can be.. thank you again for your positive resolve on attaining some solution for this .
Love to all.
Best
G

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Fortune Formula

The Lucky One.

Lucky.. haaa.. 

Here i lie in jail alone.

I watched a film .. one like many ive seen.. but today i cried a lot.

Tears.. actual tears..I stood back from time to time.. aware of my ridiculous tears and was incredulous seeing myself so easily afflicted

And I thought how anyone else seeing me would shake thier heads in sad disdain.

I realised or guessed then,  that the the tears were for my regrets and omissions.. my opportunities forfeited..and my very brave young son who has come all this way never knowing  anything of the truth concerning my absence.

So i watched the US marines in the movie doing thier killing and shooting in Iraq,  and then as some of them were killed in the fray.

I lived into it as i always do.. but i have become hardened to these vivid depictions of young men fighting for thier lives,  like i had done a few times.

The death and blood and fear all the same through the ages. 
How each one of us young soldiers was trained to work together with our battle mates, even if it meant sacrificing onesself.

I did that years ago,  when I had my turn ..even without realising it.. where i ran .. like this movie man .. into the teeth of death itself.. but lived.. as my mates died. 

No reason i could find,  could explain why i was still alive and so many of them were dead. 
My troop commander had chosen to place us where we were on the battle field and so many variables came into play,  defining the path of my feet on that battlefield.

My feet .. that walked out of that firefight alive while so many right next to me fell dead.

The "survivor guilt"  was the same then, as it is described in all the movies... and with no councelling or treatment afterwards...stayed writhing darkly in the depths of my mind.. 
I learnt how to deal with it over the years and replayed it in sections and stored those like  video tapes..stacked in  a dusty cupboard. 

When i replay any of those tapes .. the blank spots reignite and the sounds and smells come flooding back.. 
I no longer avoid it.. i have grown into it and accepted it.

I have come to realise that life and its courses,  for every one of us,  is defined by the thousands of possible variables that are in our every step each day.

Rarely entirely in our control.

So once again i watched the film actor enduring the agonies of loss.. guilt.. and ingrained traumatic damage.... just like i did.

Just like many of us did.Just as many are doing now.Just like i am still doing here every day.. 

Another battlefield.. different challenges.. different adversaries... and just as many different variables of luck.

Luck.. fate.. or divine design.?
That soldier in the movie did the same as me when he went home.. taking the time to visit the bereaved families,  to explain to them all of the brave last days.. hours .. and seconds thier sons had endured.

Few tears for me on all of this.. as i have replayed it in every way and grown resistant to the old raw emotions. 

The sadness remains eternal and part of my bones.
This time though .. today ... the tears ran freely down my face .. and they were not for me or my brave comrades..

Not for my devastated wife left destitute on remnants of my past futile efforts..
Not for my longsuffering mom or the hardships of so many others far worse off than me...imprisonment.. rape.. Torture.. starvation..
unimaginable cruelty.. warcrimes ..all the hatred and greed..

No.. these tears were for my brave young son.
The film i watched today had him there. 
Just like i knew him .. just  like he was with me when i last saw him.

.The likenesses were uncanny and no matter how i tried to get a hold of myself...i was taken by the reality of my love and sorrow for him.
.Choices we make are integral  parts of the formula of our  fortunes.

There are real and imagined influences.. religious.. magical..occult...superstitious.. logical.. calculated ideas and luck..

Co incidence ...fate.. prayer.. statistical probability and hope.

We humans are wired to find reason.. explanations or answers for everything... and when there arent any or when we cant find them....we make them up.
My gosh but we are the masters of spin.!
My gosh .. but i am ashamed of my desperate naievity and lemming like tendency to follow blindly in hope.I do that..
Ive done thatI never stop hoping for more.I want to be on the side of the winning team.

How easy it would be to be content with any of the immaculately groomed dogmas.

Prophesies.. predictions.. promises and flamboyant descriptions of paradise.

How easy it would be to pack all that away like those past lessons into my stack of video cassettes... and then to sit back knowing i was likely to be given a gate pass one day.

I want to keep my best options open and to err on the right side.I dont want to get to the gate for the big match.. and find that i dont have enough money to buy a ticket.. or that i dont have enough credits in my account.

To have come all this way.. endured so much.. learnt so much .. loved so many.. made so many mistakes... atoned and repaid so many.

Only to be turned away by the guy at the gate.No..Im not taking that chance..Im not leaving it too late..Im gonna hedge my bets..I will always keep praying.

Ch (11) Randomness

The Lucky One.Lucky.. haaa..

 Here i lie in jail alone.

I watched a film .. one like many ive seen.. but today i cried a lot.

I stood back from time to time.. aware of my ridiculous tears and was incredulous myself.. and thought how anyone else seeing me would shake thier heads in sad disdain.

I realised then,  that the the tears were for my regrets and omissions.. my opportunities forfeited..and my son.

So i watched the movie of marines doing thier killing and shooting in Iraq ,  and then as some of them were killed in the fray....I lived into it as i always do..
but i have become hardened to these vivid depictions of young men fighting for thier lives like i had done a few times.

How each one of us was supposed to work together with our battle mates even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

I did that once,  even without realising it.. where i ran .. like this movie man .. into the teeth of death itself.. but lived.. as my mates died.

No reason i could find could explain why i was still alive and so many of them were dead. 

My troop commander had chosen to place us where we were on the battle field and so many variables  came into play defining the path of my feet on that battlefield.

My feet .. that walked out of that firefight alive while so many right next to me fell dead.

The survivors guilt was the same then as described in all the movies... and with no councelling or treatment stayed writhing darkly in the depths of my mind..

 I learnt how to deal with it over the years and replayed it in sections and stored those like a dusty rack of old video tapes.. in a dusty cupboard. 

When i play any of those tapes .. the blank spots reignite and the sounds and smells come flooding back..

 I have come to realise that life and its courses for every one of us is defined by the thousands of possible variables that are in our every step every day.

So once again i watched the film actor enduring the agonies of loss.. guilt.. and ingrained traumatic damage.... just like i did. 

Just like i am still doing here every day.. Another battlefield.. different challenges.. different adversaries... and just as many different variables of luck...
or fate..?

He did same as me , and went home to explain to the families of his comrades now dead.. the last days.. hours .. and seconds of each he had seen..had watched die..

No tears for me anymore on this,  as i have replayed it in every way and grown thick calluses to inhibit that which i could not change then or now.

This time ... the tears i smeared miserably into my cheeks were not for me or my brave comrades..my devastated wife left destute on remnants of my past futile efforts.. or  my longsuffering mom or the hardships far worse than mine endured by many.

Torture.. starvation.. unimaginable cruelty.. warcrimes .. hatred..

No.. these tears were for my brave young son.

The film i watched today had him there.
Just like i knew him .. just  like he was with me when i last saw him.

The likenesses were uncanny and no matter how i tried to get a hold of myself.. i was taken by the reality of my own sight.
But today i cried not just for him as i watched that filmshow.
It was for us.. not because of what we had missed out.. but because of what could have been if i had stepped a pace to the left or right.. or death or greater blessing.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Ch (8a) Malicious Intent

Names have been substituted.
They...?

.. in sickness and in health.. good times and bad..until we die?
Or end up in jail ?

For years l have waited in vain for a letter or a card from them ..  but none came.
I wrote frequently and phoned when i could very rarely.

There was no response.

I contacted a number of mutual friends who gave me small bits of news of home and the young boy.

Various very special and concerned friends went to visit my two closest at thier little house  in order to determine what could be the problem.
Why there was no response to my letters.. calls.. or messages.

Every visitor was regarded with malevolent hostility no matter how white were the flags they bore.

News returning to me remained guarded and scant.
As if .. all those that made any approach to the lone mother .. were met with something too sad .. too shameful or too awful for them to relay to me the true extent of the situation.

Everybody we know .. and all who have followed this case and its misfortunes.. and my error.. are aware of the shame and ignominy that those two had to endure all these years because of my situation.

I am ever traumatised.. devastated at thier suffering and great loss.
Everything i owned... i signed over to them and assured them that there would be ranks of friends of mine who would line up to lend a hand ..or  extend with some  compassionate support .

But from them there was no response.. only a venomous spewing of hatred and blame toward me and my family.

Isolated and cloistered.. they became aloof ..and all contact with me was deliberately cut off.
My many carers stood back aghast!

Still we remained patient as we clearly all sympathised with the fact that they were enduring such awful shame and humiliation as they attended thier daily lives at work and school and round the town.
We had to respect thier choice of isolation and privacy.

A great silence descended over the whole episode as they hoped that time would wash away the truth of the past.. my indiscretions and the reams of gossip that followed them everywhere.
But the silence made it all much worse.
Everyone knew... and those that would normally have been disinterested.. picked up on all the hidden details..most of which were incorrect or deliciously skewed.

After years of further anxious waiting and patient care.. i dared to phone never quite knowing what i would say.
I did it.. and it wasnt so bad.. but only because i did not dare breach any of the more pressing issues i really wanted to resolve.
Again i did it and penetrated a little further every time.... but never nearly as much as i so desperately yearned to learn of.
This time i really needed to find out why it was i had no responses from him.
Whether it was really him that was angry and mute.. or whether it was  her stopping any and all forms of my communications.
The details of this conversatiom are briefly covered below..

Of course times are hard and understandably money is short and that was her primary concern and any funds i can summon further i should attempt to divert to her.

Then i told her i was not yet in any position to make any firm commitments.. but that there would be a residual payment coming to her..as soon as i could manage it.

This was vague and non committal .. but my situation is the same.

Then i said that i wanted contact with him now... soon....
This weekend.

I asked for his mobile number and email address.

Both were declined.

I then asked her to allow me to phone him at school and for her to lift the sanctioned contact there.

She declined all of this.

I asked then whether she had given him all the letters i had written.None have been given to him.
I then asked her to give me some "positive press "  with him so that he would be more inclined to contact me himself.

She declined saying he was angry with me... and the professional opinion of the psychiatrist had insisted that there be no contact.

It was here i smelt a rat.. and realised that it was not him and his anger doing this.
It was her....

I responded saying it was clear that it was she ..that was causing this negative non communication.
I told her this  to her face and again she reiterated that it was by order of the professional psychiatrist.

I said that psychiatrist had never met me nor has any idea of my character or the circumstances... and i would love to get hold of her.

I could see where this was all going and declined  more emphatically her further requests for me to pay her money for my son.

She said he has suffered eight years of extreme humiliation and suggested that i had no idea of this.

I said that I suffered every day the utmost shame and embarrassment.

I mentioned that there were now hundreds of  caring and sympathetic people who know of all this... and that every day  my cruel separation from him... is  a great sadness for them as it is clearly an agony for me.

I told her of all the times i had explained to everyone how much l was aware that she and the boy had suffered.. how much she had achieved as a lone mother... and how hard things were for her now.

I mentioned that many people i know...are aware of all this.. and share this sadness with me.

I mentioned then that it would be in the boys interest to contact me because his welfare could benefit from my  future financial situation.. should he decide to make the call.

She replied angrily saying i was using a blackmail tactic.

I said i was not going a single week further without contact and not a cent would be forthcoming unless there is a two way street.

She said she cant force him to contact me.. i said all she needed to do was to give me a bit of "positive press" and he would quickly come to his senses.

She declined saying she cant force him to do anything against  his will and that he was angry with me for fucking up his life and causing him to miss so many opportunities.

.These sounded to me like her own words ? 

By now it was clear to her... that I knew it was her that was doing this... and I said to her,  that every facebook request of mine that he has deleted.. has been like a stab to my heart and his finger in my eye.

I said that there were hundreds of our friends all behind me waiting for him to wake up and make contact with me and that there would not be a vestige of shame to bear.. only care.

She said no one had offered her the slightest bit of help thru the whole ordeal except my mom to a limited degree.
My mom often begged me to get her to visit and to collect cash and gifts.. but she declined.. siting too busy and not keen on begging herself.

I made it clear that there were hundreds of dear caring friends  standing in the wings,  ready to help, but were too horrified at the way she had spurned.. rejected and betrayed me as i lay so helplessly out of contact in a distant jail.

Many who would have pulled together in many different ways .. had this acrimony not been present.

The shame and embarrassment was only magnified by her  disproportionate betrayal and malicious treatment of me.

I asked then.. how much longer she expected me to continue being cut off so entirely.. and that there was no chance of my feeding funding into this angry one way street.

Once again she said this was blackmail.. and I said absolutely not.

I said to her.. i loved her.. i always will.. and that I loved him very much and only want the best for them both and said I was the one most tired of all the begging now.

I said i planned to let my brother buy a rentable property for me and that if all went well .. she would collect the rent from that.

I let her know i would never return to south africa but that i would have airtickets available for them when i regain my balance in the U.K. 

I said my brother Hamish.. was now my closest trusted family and that he will administer the business of finances.

Should  he die.. then the proceeds would cede to my nephews who express more love and care and interest in me than her or my angry son. 

I said i was fully aware that everything I give to her will go to his benefit .

So.. by now she was well on the back foot and threatening to put the phone down but i think good sense may have prevailed.

I said again that I had waited patiently for eight years.. and I   wanted to know how much longer she was going to keep me isolated from him.

I said i am not waiting indefinitely and this malitiod torment had to stop.

I also mentioned that I am publishing all this far and wide as I have been doing.. and that isolating the boy is not going to reduce the shame and embarrasssment which shrouds this whole debacle.

Everyone knows whats happened  and its all the worse for gossip and rumours when nobody says anything or knows the facts.

I mentioned then to her... that nothing i could do will change what happened .. and I have repeated my apologies..sorrow and regrets for my aknowledged indiscretions.
I would continue to do this publicly and will remain open and accountable.

How long am i to remain isolated from him?

How long is he going to remain angry and cut off from my love and associated benefits ?

Give him all my letters now!!

Tell him to mail me.

I said many friends had tried talking to him.. and she mentioned all the previous visitors bearing paltry gifts.

I said I would request more folks to come in and try.. but she said not to bother..the boy is too upset and angry and wont listen.

I said to her.." its all been you.". "Its all up to you"

Now we all know whats going on

We all knew

But now we are sure

We were right

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Ch (16) divorce; Exed in Posterity

Lonely Road

Still fire

Still we grow

Still i love her and care

Still .. she will never know

Still im gently sad with soft regret

Still i hope she may review her ire

Still i will be patient all the years

Still hopelessly jailed but free

Still getting stronger

Still progressing

Still just me

Now