Knackered

I feel like a truck's run over my body. Twice.
I spoke to a group of collitted women last night about the influence of role models and my dream for a Flanders where the social and cultural landscape is as varied as the colours on the street.The dialogue afterwards was stimulating and listenintg to Eveline Wouters talk was just brilliant.
Today I was invited to talk to a class of French-speaking Dutch learners. It was a humbling experience. I had great fun and now all I want to do is sleep for a hundred days

i did it!!

I finally went and did it! I got married and it was broadcast on primetime TV and I got a baeutiful cake and a brilliant reception;Let e fess up now: it wasn't a real wedding. It was a press conference stunt to promote an audiofilm I acted in , directed by Belgium's finest director based on a novel by Belgium's finest writer, both wonderful men coincidentally named Tom!Acting was a beautiful experience, but also very difficult. It has given me a new respect for actors who have to convince us that every tear, every laughter is real. I doff all doffables off to them!
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Their gods must be crazy

Jos...I have got no idea where to start. I visited Jos for the first time in the nineties when my sister was at the university of Jos. I fell in love with the cool, quiet city. Whenever I thought of Jos, I thought of quiet evenings, beautiful conversation and a city I wanted to return to.
Now, my memories of Jos have been sullied by the recent events there. The stories are gruesome: four day old baby hacked to death with a machete. Whose crazy gods tell them that it is okay to do that? People burnt to death like old trash. The people responsible for these henious acts , who kill in the name of God do not know which gods they follow. They dance to the tunes of inebriated sadistic gods and one day, if their cosncienve doesn't get them, somethiong else will. In this life or in the next. That is my only consolation