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๐๐š๐œ๐ก๐š ๐ƒ๐ž๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ž: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐Ž๐– ๐–๐ก๐จ ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐š ๐๐Ž๐– ๐Ÿ’ฅ Ethiopians have long known that several senior generals in today's military were once POWs in #Eritrea, while few others were also captured by the TPLF in Tigray, including Abiy Ahmed's Chief of Staff, Field Marshal Berhanu Jula. Then comes...

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I watched a film recently, based on a true story, about a man who spent fifty years consumed by what one person had done to him, then went looking for that very person. His name was Eric Lomax, a British army officer captured when Singapore fell to Japan in 1942. He was sent to work as a prisoner on the Burma Railway, a line the Japanese forced tens of thousands of POWs and local labourers to build through the jungle in horrific conditions. So many men died that it became known as the Death Railway. Lomax was a lifelong railway enthusiast, which is its own cruel irony. He and some others built a small radio from scrap to hear news of the war. When it was discovered, Lomax was singled out and interrogated for weeks, and what was done to him left wounds that never really closed. Through all of it there was one figure he could not forget, the interpreter who stood beside him and translated every question and answer. The manโ€™s name was Takashi Nagase. Lomax went home to Scotland carrying that face for decades. The nightmares did not stop. He has said he spent years rehearsing what he would do if he ever found that interpreter again. Much later in life, he learned that Nagase was not only alive but had spent his postwar years as a campaigner for peace, building a temple of penance near the railway and helping reunite former prisoners with their captors. Nagase had been carrying the same fifty years of guilt that Lomax had been carrying as anger. They agreed to meet, on a hillside in Thailand near the river the prisoners had bridged. Nagase saw him, bowed, and began trembling and apologising over and over. Lomax, who had arrived without a shred of sympathy, took his hand instead. The two became real friends and stayed close for the rest of their lives. He first told all of this in his memoir, also a true account, called The Railway Man. It was later made into the film I watched.

Lemma the Optimist

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Devon Larratt just told Joe Rogan that during his Military Days, he and his Team went on a Military Campaign in the Ancient City of Erbil in Iraq, which is one of the most Ancient Cities in all of World History and is historically linked to Ancient Sumer and Ancient Babylon. He said that while they were in Erbil, one of his Comrades, who was in the Military with him, got possessed by a Demon for almost two whole Weeks. According to Devon Larratt, once it happened, he could instantly speak other Languages and psychically knew the deepest secrets of everyone around him, such as their Sins, as well as everything about their Childhoods, along with things that they never told anybody before, where this Ancient Sumerian Demon was apparently trying to mimic the Gifts Of The Holy Spirit. His demonically-possessed Comrade went to several Military Medical Professionals to try to figure out what was wrong with him and they all told him that he needed to see the Military Priest that was touring with them in Iraq and then the Priest performed an Exorcism on him and successfully drove out the Demon. What was even stranger is that the Priest told them that he has dealt with this particular Ancient Demon many times before and has seen multiple people start doing the exact same things that he was doing and perceiving instantly once they were possessed by it just like he did and the Priest wasnโ€™t surprised by any of these things at all once they told him about them. The now formerly-possessed Man still has to check up with his Local Parish atleast once a Week, and, needless to say, he retired from the Military after having that insane experience.

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This painting shows the most heartbreaking reunion in all of literature. To understand it, you have to know who the dog is... His name is Argos, and he belongs to Ulysses, the Greek hero also known as Odysseus. Before Ulysses sailed away to fight in the Trojan War, he had raised Argos from a puppy, a fast and beautiful hunting dog. Then the war called, and Ulysses left. He would not come home for twenty years. When Ulysses finally set foot on his own island again, he came in disguise, dressed as a beggar, so that no one would know him. His house was full of men trying to steal his wife and his kingdom. To survive, he had to remain a stranger in his own home. No one recognized him. Not his loyal servants. Not the people who had known him all his life. But lying in the dirt by the gate, old and forgotten, covered in ticks, too weak to stand, was a dog. Argos had waited twenty years. And the moment he saw him, he knew. He was the only one. Nearly blind, half dead, he lifted his head and pricked up his ears, and he wagged his tail for the master he had never stopped waiting for. Ulysses saw him. And because he was in disguise, surrounded by enemies, he could not run to him, could not kneel down, could not say his name. He could only look at his old friend and, turning his face away so no one would see, let a single tear fall. And then, in Homer's own words, "the dark shadow of death closed down on Argos' eyes, the instant he had seen Odysseus, twenty years away." He had held on to life for one reason only: he was waiting to see him come home. And the moment he did, he could finally let go... It is such a beautiful painting, and the look on that dog's face is so universal, so instantly understood by anyone who has ever loved and waited, that it is enough to bring a grown man to tears.

James Lucas

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The man who invented modern fantasy didn't publish his first novel until he was forty-five. By that age, J.R.R. Tolkien had already built a respectable life. He was an Oxford professor, an expert in ancient languages, with a wife and four children and a settled academic career. He was exactly the kind of man who might reasonably have decided that the shape of his life was already fixed. The work he would be remembered for, he had not yet even begun... The story, which Tolkien told himself, is that one summer he was grading examination papers, when he turned a page and found that a student had left it blank. Without quite knowing why, he wrote a single sentence on it: "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit." He did not know what a hobbit was. He had spent years inventing languages and mythologies as a private passion, and telling stories to his own children, never imagining any of it would reach the world. But that one line began to grow. It became a story, and then a book, and in 1937, at the age of forty-five, Tolkien published The Hobbit. It was a success, and his publisher asked for a sequel. Tolkien warned them it might take some time. It took 17 years... He wrote it in the margins of a demanding full-time job, revising endlessly, doubting it often. When The Lord of the Rings was finally published, in 1954 and 1955, he was in his early sixties. That book, begun as a middle-aged professor's private side project, went on to sell well over a hundred million copies, to invent modern fantasy as we know it, and to reshape the imagination of the entire world. Tolkien already had a full and respectable life behind him. And still, the thing he is remembered for, the thing that outlived him and reached hundreds of millions of people, was something he began at forty-five, at an age when it would have been the easiest thing in the world to tell himself he had already missed his chance. He didn't. It's never as late as it feels.

James Lucas

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THE EVIL RAPHESU WAS SUBJECTED TO UNDER ANDREA JOHNSON Cedric Nkabinde is such a traitor, a weak man who has allowed himself to be used by people to destroy other Black people's lives. He sold General Mkhwanazi to Minister Mchunu by recording his calls with him while he called Mkhwanazi "a close friend". Today we hear he sold out Mantsha Raphesu to Andrea Johnson and her cronies. ๐Ÿ˜ญ Raphesu is so strong and determined to have him arrested. He claimed Raphesu called him to tell him that he was being investigated by IDAC, and the Investigator in the case was Brian Padayachee. There was no such a thing. There was not even an investigation against him. Then Mantsha was called by Johnson to her Office and told the allegations, and asked to hand over everything regarding the cases he was working on. They would institute a disciplinary case against him. Raphesu obviously denied ever calling Nkabinde. He offered to do a Polygraph test, offered to hand over his cellphone to be checked to show he never called Nkabinde. They did not do as he proposed. They took from February to October not saying anything to him about the disciplinary case, meanwhile sidelining him in the office. He wrote to them in October and enquired what was happening with the case. He has been told Nkabinde has written an Affidavit probably to withdraw his allegations. Raphesu has requested the Commission to assist him with an Investigator to make sure his matter doesn't land in wrong hands as he put it. He is going to open a criminal case against him. As he should. Currently he says he was removed from any cases relating to the Security Cluster. He is allocated cases from the Zondo Commission, Transnet etc. He says he just sits in his corner in that office. Andrea Johnson and all the people who schemed with her to destroy people's lives must pay a heavy price. This young man must fight for his rights. #MadlangaCommission

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