I saw a movie when I was younger, called The Butterfly Effect, which supports the Chaos Theory. Apparently, mere vibrations from the flap of a butterfly’s wings could have a profound effect on a future state. Truth is, I never was into physics – so you know for sure I’m not about confuffling your brains.
I’m only going to ask you to let me know if you’re seeing the same thing as me: more butterflies. Have you? I was pleasantly surprised to see the pretty little things flapping all over Barbados this past week.
Sadly, moving towards the South, I then saw a flipping bike – a bike flying in one direction, while a young man was ricocheting off the highway. From flapping to flipping in a matter of minutes.
And from what I observed, the young rider was critically injured. Life is as fragile as the wings of a butterfly, isn’t it?
I asked a biker friend of mine why they sometimes ride so frenetically fast and furious. He answered in two words, “The thrill.”
I thought of a morbid but oxymoronic concept: the ones living for life’s thrills are more quickly killed, aren’t they?
. . . And then I thought that I must be the moron.
For there he was, grinning from ear to ear, blissfully nonchalant about whether or not today would be his last. I shouldn’t be too worried about him – those types love living on the edge – and seemingly aren’t concerned about the consequences.
Tortoise torment
What I should be concerned about – and with what I’d like you to help me – is this torturous tortoise torment. Promise me this: if you ever encounter poachers, please call the police. If you too frighten to call them, call Crime Stoppers.
Get their licence plate, a description . . . something. If you don’t want to call Crime Stoppers, post a picture on the Barbados Sea Turtle Project Page on Facebook . . . act! Folks, the disruption of our ecosystems will have a dire effect on us and our children.
Children nowadays are into this new movie, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; and honestly, I wish the turtles were ninjas for real, so that they could at least defend themselves from these human beasts.
Have you ever met a real-life ninja, though?
Hoad, I sure I have one-up on you here. I almost had a paroxysm, but I did indeed meet a ninja: in the flesh. In between freaking out and playing with his nunchucks, I had a good look into his eyes.
But ninjas do this disappearing thing really well, because I never ever saw him after that. I may have scared him off; and the last I heard, he was in Samoa.
Before I go, I must tell you about David Niles’ dog. David came from all the way up in England, to get a dog. Dog gets neutered, RSPCA inspects environs, dog gets new home in St James.
Dog goes missing. Frantic searching. Where is dog?
He ran all the way back to the RSPCA.
Talk about chaos!?!
*Veoma Ali is an author, actor, broadcaster, advertising exec and, most important, a karaoke lover.
