What Do You Sell In An Ennui ?

 

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It is not much of a world anymore - The End OF Summer (1961)

In this age of apprehension and overproduction there will devaluation and famine the cemented floors and privatized land means if you don’t work you don’t eat. Or you could open up a business but will never escape the ennui.

We have fought, protested and have been killed but couldn’t stop  the powers that be from re- introducing the hard caste of class in our now Neo Feudalism, we are the modern serfs who can own nothing, but this time thankfully, with android phones and master degrees.

We are deaden by routine and the market society means every enclave is a sting and a trap after your money, there is nothing informal and people can’t really drop by and laze around at every time feel, we are in a constant panic, a triangular-ism of pendaticism an individuation, chase after greed and  world wide ennui.

Do we even remember as Africans when we used to play under the moon, Go for long walks at nights and return the next day, the last time we had festivals, masquerade dances and wrestling competitions, or when we gathered for night time stories and go farm camping Those were activities, associated with the assurances of a barn plenty, and a forest teeming with vegetables and game. With all that lost, we are herded on to  an ethos of the homo economicus, white collars job and starved, where we are either trying to be this or that, wasting our lives away just to pay electricity bills and exorbitant rents.  Never finding succor or calm, Our invented consumption  leaves us stark mad, making the entirety of our lives a complete hysteria.

But guess what, we never make it, it’s either we never eventually become rich till we die or we are rich at the sale of our souls so like water on stone, the trappings meet a deadness.

In sympathy I can only proffer the solution as moderation, a little bit of the work, a little bit of the family, the little bit of the money and farming for a life richer, a life content and a life ours. To teach Africans how to be Vietnam's poor teach them to read more, communist in their thinking , to  appreciate thrift, by sucking at the marrow of live a life primitive quiet and mindful and minimalist like the characters of Ozu movies. As it is only in moderation that we can truly live a life in this capitalist prison.

In light of this foreseeable reality I decided to open a book place s a child and subsidiary of the Zelkova Movement Party  as the only thing to sell in an ennui, 

The time spent I the ships bored could be used to learn a thing or two, I decided to sell a melioration a conversation for those muzzled by the harsh blows of life,  I decided to sell therapy and calm and knowledge.  will give them  something better to imitate, we are already acquiesced with our own limits ad see all of life as perch rather than a gnaw can truly say the lost souls welcome back, rest here traveler this world is a contemplation plane, Here are some precipices you might like. You  sell an ethos and melioration music calm movies and  books in a world over saturated and stratified.

I already opened up a book place recently and intend to do so in every university town, I know that as long as people exist they will crave some form of entertainment and since sequester is the onus of an already bought off, fenced off and stratified world, I can provide the only escape they can find in seeing and listening  in reading and seeing old movies. The intended target are mostly the young adults in the universities, as I intend to open a branch in every university town, converting souls to communism, expounding mind, healing minds and liberating them. All the while I get to watch amines and movies professionally

If I had the money I would litter the entirety of Africa with my business, and while at it create 24 hours Jazz Radio stations  Espeiclaly countries where internet service is either poor or non-existent.

So incase you had money for a Yacht,

All I have to do open up, pick a book that I will read, or see a movie  and maybe someone might pop in and want something, and I simply make a sale in an ennui.

Here’s hoping I succeed..

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