i haven't as yet withdrawn my buckeroos from paypal to fnb, but shall endeavour to keep trying ... it's like knocking on one's own door when one knows the only keys are locked inside and you live in a world where, with no airtime and no way to easily ask for help, you just sit dejectedly outside your door with the stray cat who looks up at you with loving eyes and gives you a rub ... and though one wants to break in, the danger of being shot by the police, armed guards or neighbourhood watch, or even approached by the strange neighbours keeps one rooted to the spot, searching pockets, bags or whatever for a calming device, or whatever calms your panicking soul, you understand that we all need each other and that God Alone Knows you're sitting there and you PRAY a weak, humble prayer for the time to pass so that when the sky starts to light up, you may see a Friendly Looking Person whom you can approach to initiate a whole day, and perhaps even a whole LifeTime of EXPLAINING WHY and what and wherefore and how and who and how much and wherever and whatever and whichever and with who and what and thank Heavens for the Kudos ... they don't value as much as a pound in the pocket, but they certainly do lift one's spirits when one is locked INSIDE one's unit and dreading that all this text is gonna be wiped out by a power outage ...
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