Saturday, February 11, 2017

LOGIC & CHANCE




a young man read somewhere about microfinancing
googled it
went to a microloan site
with the intention of lending 25 US dollars
the sort of money
he might otherwise have spent on coffee for a week

at the website he had to choose
man or woman ?
woman, they’ re more disadvantaged
which continent ?
no way to choose really
which business sector ?
agriculture, so many people are starving

he clicked and the website served him up a list with photos of women involved in agriculture in the Lebanon
he had selected that country
because of vague memories of reading in the Bible about Lebanese cedar
and because of stronger memories of smoking Lebanese red as a teenager
so he clicked on the image of a Lebanese woman
who was short of 25 dollars funding for a loan to purchase livestock

thus in a country some six thousand kilometers away
a woman called Nadine received a loan totalling two and a half thousand dollars
she hoped to prosper
she dreamed of some measure of financial and personal independence

of her four brothers
one, fervently anti- Western, disapproved very strongly of women working,
of Lebanese people receiving money from foreigners
one was indifferent,
one was jealous – if only he had that money he could get cut in on various illegal ventures that a friend of his was involved in
and the fourth, well he hardly ever spoke,
no-one knew how he felt about anything

one afternoon the four brothers
met and sat discussing their sister’ s life
they were drinking tea
chain-smoking cigarettes
and her life hung on a thread

and that particular woman survived
it transpired
that her brothers
grumblingly accepted the situation

Saturday, February 04, 2017

A MOTORBOAT

lights of the tourist town reflected on the dark waters
henry was walking towards the café
where men and women were talking loudly, and drinking wine,
live music was playing
he stopped
took the broad stone steps down to the water

a motorboat there
was calling him

his eyes took in the outboard motor,
the boards where he could sit
the small pronged anchor in the bows

he laid his wallet and his cell phone on the step
got into the boat
pulled the cord on the motor
cast off
and set out towards the sea

he knew not where he was heading
he suspected he would not last long