All I remember is that a group of 10 close friends and I had robbed a bank for about £2.3 million.
4 of us then cheekily decided to ditch the group with all the money and run down an endless narrow staircase that was dimly lit. Closely pursued by armed police and angry friends that we tried to ditch, we burst through a door at the bottom into a dark underground car park. My friend, Ben, had an old school BMW 3 series and we all jumped in (magically without any luggage, considering the robbery).
Once in the car, we sat quietly and then started to pray for protection and a safe journey. This wasn’t a quick prayer either as we each prayed for ages and somehow no one found us in that time. I kept saying “boys, you need to lock your doors and stay low in case someone finds us.”
After all this, Ben crouched under the car light and punched coordinates into his gps for where we were going (slowest.robbery.ever). Once we had eventually finished fafing around with postcodes, addresses and discussing directions, we slowly drove around the car park trying to work our way out.
I kept whispering, “boys, lock your doors!” “Ben, turn the lights off!” We met a policeman as we drove passed the same door we burst through minutes earlier and he seemed oblivious to the situation for a while. He stood guarding the door with an ear piece and a huge gun. Someone must have said something in his ear as He saw us and slowly started to walk our way. Don’t really remember what happened to him, but the next thing I remember we were trying to negotiate our way out of an awkwardly shaped exit route using a 3 point turn. We’d reverse, go back and forth and try again. While doing this, a long black tinted American limo pulled up alongside us. They needed us to make way for the president (#randomIknow).
We broke through the barrier as cops, friends and now strangers started running after us. We sped off under the double height overhang and for some weird reason, turned around at the end of the road. We must have jumped out as I only remember running back towards the car park entrance being pummelled with stuff, especially by our friends who were angry about the fact that we tried to ditch them. They were effectively on the cops side at this point even though a few minutes ago they had tried to rob a bank with us. We ran around the side of the building and suddenly it was daytime and we were outside the White House.
One of the guys, Josh, had to leave us early as he had to go and look after his baby (in real life he doesn’t have a child). A random intermediate period followed when I was all on my own being chased by randomers in the street. I had a quick stop off at the corner shop to buy a drink. Slight queue at the till but I waited my turn.
I headed back onto the streets once again and I was chased by people with machetes till I bumped into another friend called Matt. We had a quick catch up before he casually walked me to a house door, up a few steps and knocked. We waited calmly and listened to the melody of birds singing sweetly in the background. Josh came out with his baby and we all went in. “Mate, nice house,” we both exclaimed. As architecture students, we started analysing and critiquing it in different ways.
We all went in and had some tea (Britishness). His house was similar to the lush villas you get in Chelsea or Knightsbridge in south-west London with the massive stepped-back porches and 5 storeys, which include a basement and a loft. I said to them “I’d feel a lot safer on the top floor, because if anyone finds us, it’s the last place they’ll get to in the house.” So we all camped out in the massive 5th floor bathroom and mused at the artwork on the wall and enjoyed the views across the sunny city.
At this point I woke up feeling quite confused, slightly sweaty with my heart pounding. Two things ran through my head at this point; 1. “Man, I’m gonna be late for uni?” And 2. “What was all that about?”
I don’t dream much and very rarely do I remember my dreams. But when I do, they’re often something like this – completely random!
“I suspect that the most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention. And especially if it’s given from the heart. When people are talking, there’s no need to do anything but receive them. Just take them in. Listen to what they’re saying. Care about it. Most times caring about it is even more important than understanding it.”
(Quote by: Rachel Naomi Remens – Kitchen Table Wisdom)
Thanks again for your support. Here’s a quick summary of what I’ve been up to over the past month in the blogger-sphere. Still lots to come, so stay tuned 🙂
All posts (Feb 12 – March 12)
– “Poor Man’s Tale” – Short Poem – Inspired by an experience I had a few weeks earlier when 2 homeless people asked for money. My response was like most people, I presume, but was I right?
– 1 Month Review – Top 10 Posts – Review of last month’s blog posts
– “Tales of an Introvert” – Short Poem – An introverted perspective on life.
– What is love? – Valentines special. The bibles definition of what love is.
– Welcome Home – Guvna B (ft Ja Rule Interlude) – Thought provoking music challenging the traditional view of church being for a specific type of person. Also features interview with BET, MTV and GQ award winner Ja Rule whose view of church as ‘strict’ was flipped in an incredible experience. Well worth a listen.
– Letter to Hip Hop – Reflections on the song ‘Dear Hip Hop – by Bizzle’ who challenges the lessons that mainstream hip hop teaches us. Check it out.
– Football Culture: An emotional connection – As a football lover, I share my thoughts on the weight of emotion that we often place on the beautiful game.
– “Anti-social Media” – Short Poem – Losing touch with those around because of endless ‘social media’ distractions?Here’s a short poem inspired by this very topic.
– YouTube Channel (updated) – My covers of several songs I like. Enjoy!
– About (updated) – Still unsure what the blogs about, check out the about me page.
Thanks for stopping by 🙂
The sun comes up as the birds sing and tweet,
First thing on her mind was an early morning treat.
Eggs, bacon, hash browns, on her plate they touch down,
Wants to feel loved, and spend time with those around.
But no one else was there, so she posts pics on the internet,
900 friends, but no one there to share the moment with.
‘Click, click, snap,’ was the sound of her phone cam,
Tiny little edit, then it hits Instagram.
5 minutes gone, and not a single response,
“Has anyone even noticed? Should my image be withdrawn?”
10 minutes in, a single like lit her face,
But all that did was hide her sad and lonely state.
As the day continued, she uploaded more selfies,
Trying to reassure herself that she was worthy.
Commutes into work, plugs herself into Spotify,
Ignores the whole world on her way to work a 9 to 5.
Job so intense, she needs Twitter to get through it,
Like an addict with a fix, she feels better when she do it.
Surface level chats with her colleagues and workmates,
“Nothing too deep mate, we don’t need a debate.”
Texts friends endlessly, to give her some company,
“Lol” and “lmao,” though she sits there quietly,
Boss thinks she’s working, when he sees her screens backdrop,
But when he’s out of site, she’s on Facebook on her laptop.
Overhears a big argument on train home, she was loving it!
“Live updates on Facebook, I could get a load of likes for this!”
Pretends she’s not listening, or plugged into some music,
Her online ‘followers’ found it quite amusing.
30, 40 likes. And all this within an hour,
Gets home, has dinner and then a quick shower,
Then rushes for her phone, as though there’s no tomorrow,
Moments spent with others, replaced by comments, likes and follows.
What happened to the days when friends would meet up in person?
Instead of hide behind screens, like backstage behind a curtain.
Lets stop! Unplug and enjoy, as life comes at a premium,
And stop wasting our lives on this ‘anti-social media.’
© 2015, by Gome