Traditional dress of The Bahamas

The #Bahamas,  as we all know, is a small archipelago in an archipelago in The #Carribean sea.

A colourful islands with colourful culture and costumes, and one of them is... 

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Backlog

A mother whose name nobody knows had a son. Intelligent, handsome and bright. A bachelor degree holder in Information Technology Technical Engineering. Developing computer hardware system and peripherals were his passion besides developing software feeders.

One day, the son for one whole day buried himself in his study room, developing a certain software to be linked to a certain anti-virus software. Tried and tried, then he came out of his study-room, sat in front of his mother with "folded face".

Mother : " What is the matter son? "

Son : " One thing that gets me into my nerves is when I'll be facing "backlog" "

Mother: " What is 'backlog' ?"

Son : " There....! " pointing at his mother's occupation as a designer with  "countless-clients".

Mother : " 😳 "

Going through changes - A Scribble

I start with reminding you that I am not an English or French speaking person. These two languages are popular languages spoken by, we can say, the majority of planet Earth population. Either the true or the pidgins or the slang.

Let me speak about French language first.

I was attracted to this language since I was five years old, when my father was assigned as a diplomat in an African francophone country, Algeria, but I was not a bright pupil. French simply slipped out of my mind and memory like drops of water fall on a calladium leaf. So bad!

Now comes the English language. My youngest aunt who was a high-school student, when I was back home from Africa, spoke about this language and mentioned words like " ladies and gentlemen " or " master of ceremony " .

They were amazing words to my ears. So when I started attending high-school, I focused my mind on that subject.

Great! I progressed quite rapidly. One time there was an opportunity, I was appointed to be a "master of ceremony" and I had to speak in English. Each introduction to a performance always started with "ladies and gentlemen". Very respective way of addressing, indeed. Even at home, whenever my father had to call his guests' attentions, he would call "ladies and gentlemen". It was about thirty years or a bit more ago.

Now, in the early third millennium,  English terms are starting to change. Is it going towards the better??? Because, to my awe, I hardly hear "ladies and gentlemen" anymore, but often "guys". As a non-English person who learned what I had learned, this is turning my mind around. 😣

A Scribble - Drying out in the heat

Chin in a hand-cup, beads of perspirations on the reddish face, what must she do?

Gazing at her smart-phone, browsing through tens of application softwares, from social-media to smart-intelligence. 

Stared without focus. Eyes shifted from one to another. Helas, still nothing. Check out some contacts : " Gosh, where did I note down his details? Damn...! ".

Five minutes has gone, still unretrieved.

Several slaps on the forehead: " I guess I need some booze..", got up, walked towards the kitchenette bar. Opened one small cupboard : " Wine or whiskey? Dry or on-the-rock?". Indecisive.

What next???

#dry_out