Forced

Forced
against my will
taken from my home
across the country
meeting with those
who diametrically,
and unequivocally
test my resolve,
my intelligence,
and yes, even
my will to bear such
a burden

Yes. Charlotte.

I’m going to Copenhagen
again….

Don’t pity me
I’ve been there before…..

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When Water is Called Maji

A short language primer:

Jambo – Hi

kuku – Chicken

Habari – It is going

gani? – how?

Habari gani (It is going, how?)


The language Swahili (Kiswahili)

My teacher – M.W….

Where – Denmark

When – 2006

A nice fellow, from Kenya, taught me some of his native language, while we worked together for a short time. He was always patient with me, and gave me encouragement to learn words like Mbaya sana, and Misuri sana – useful when communicating with my dentist, who wrote down my expressions, thinking that she too would use them someday?


Language is a funny thing. In 2010 while visiting Copenhagen, I ran into my language teacher and his mother at the Main Train Station completely by chance, with his mother being newly arrived from Kenya. I used all of the Swahili, I could remember, making her reply:

“Was it my son that taught you that? He is very clever, isn’t he?”

Yes, he was. And that warmed the heart of his mother greatly during the first few minutes of her visit to Denmark. Where Danish is usually spoken, but in a pinch, you might just hear Swahili spoken by someone with an American Accent…..

Denmark 360 Degrees

This is for you Danish Lovers out there (read: Cyranny).

These videos are taken with 6 cameras, which can let you see well, 360 degrees around the inside of Rosenborg Castle in Copenhagen. Your host, speaking in Danish, is telling about Danish History, while allowing you to look at the ceiling, floors and the other actors playing their parts.

Not all of these videos will be understandable, but now you can say that you’ve been inside, or outside in Denmark, as if you really experienced it yourself.

Lars Mikkelsen (brother of Mads Mikkelsen – Cyranny) is your host. He is explaining the various things seen by using the virtual button on the upper left, then invites you into the main room, where other things are taking place.

This next video shows a sword fight.

 

While this one shows a Feast, way-back when in Denmark’s History:

 

Take a look around while the action is going on, this is an interesting way to attract interest in the History of Denmark. It helps to know Danish, but then not everyone can learn a World’s Language (like Danish) and live in the Country, like I do…..

Being Stalked

The spice of life
one that eluded me
around the next corner
in the elevator
just down the hall
hiding in my room,

A note
lying on my desk,
when I checked in
an anonymous hotel room
in any large city
alone, but

Sincerely yours
-Ginger

Being stalked

by the spice
of my life….

Waiting for the Woodpeckers

I was sitting on your doorstep
trying to think
in an Canadian way,
while waiting
for the woodpeckers to come,

I imagined taking a walk
with you, or waiting to meet
your parents, using my best French,
which I don’t speak
by the way,

Imagination takes me
far away, and closer to you
but I do miss seeing
your eyes light up
when the Danish Sun
goes down,

If you are in Copenhagen
and I, in Aalborg
then the time zone we share
would make it seem
as if you were a bit closer
to me,

Just without
the Woodpeckers of Montréal

Copenhagen Lost

I was there, almost
close by, but only just

I felt its presence
the traffic moving in that direction
the pulse of the City
just not pumping so much
in its extremities

Goodbye Copenhagen
wherever you were
I went my way, in the opposite
direction, never seeing you
close-up,

Your towers and Mermaids
and this castle and that attraction,
and the Queen too,
failed to see my face

in the Copenhagen Sun…

Sushi, Thai, Punjabi

What this City offers
aromas, bitter looks
foreign tastes

I don’t feel as if
I have sampled enough
during my stay
while I swam about
in this concrete pool
of humanity

My senses
honed and sharp
for the hunt, the chase
the capture of what to sustain
myself,

The deed done
The unknown being conquered
Having fallen prey to,

Pastrami Pizza
in the wilds of Copenhagen….

The Flow

The flow of the City
took me along
though I tried to fight the current
all the same,

The traffic
an endless stream of lights

Dragging the bottom
for lost motorists, having given
up all hope
of arriving home on time

I wanted
to be one of the few
who traveled the other way
with those of equal thoughts
and intentions, but alas

My course
not being of my own choosing
wrapped up in my destiny
chosen long before I walked
the highways and byways
of this life,

My dreams of being
a random passenger
or, wayward hitchhiker
even, a chance companion on the road
were swept away with increasing speeds
and disregard for others

The flow of the City
took me along…..

The Floor Creaked

The floor creaked
my muscles ached
my eyes adjusted
to the morning fog

Just around the corner
the City of Copenhagen
lurked

I craned my neck,
and tried to see
the castles and towers,
-the City asleep,

The floor still creaked
and my eyes ached
and the fog still shrouded
my warmer intentions

Just around the corner
out of my sight,
the City went about its business
-while I went about mine

Copenhagen
a word, an entity
encasing its story, its people
while I lurked
around the corner
out of sight

In my own corner
of a City called
Copenhagen…