The Inconvenient Truth – Chapter 5


Do you have a passionate TV reporter living with you?

If that’s the case, then you must also experience tormenting routine enquiries about their coverage. At times, you must feel like a tautological parrot, rehashing the same words, confirming that their narrative was stunning. Last December, I committed a dreadful mistake and replied with an utmost sincerity regarding her coverage of London’s development vision because it lacked sufficient images. Although, she managed to explain the London’s long-term development vision, which aims to tackle frequent water flooding by rehousing fifteen million people into 300 tall skyscrapers. Each skyscraper would house at least 50,000 residents and function as individual cities, connected to the other ones through over-ground trains which run through gigantic buildings. Instead of running the 3D animation that revealed what London would look like in fifty years’ time in the background, 80% of Jade’s report went on displaying the people that she interviewed. Yet, despite my effort to uphold our mutual pledge for unreserved openness towards each other, Jade’s ecstatic face assumed a raging expression, and reimbursed my honesty, with her adamant you don’t exist attitude. Just like an intravenous virus, my honesty derailed her into ignoring my existence every time I tried reaching out to her. Her tormenting muteness prevailed for almost three weeks.

You must know what kind of silence, I am talking about.

It’s that type of silence that persuades you that Body Snatchers exist, converting your partner turns into a callous alien. Once Jade’s authentic soul returned to inhabit her body and resumed our communication, I promised her that she would no longer hear my verbal farting about her work.

It is incredible how people can’t stand the stench of truth. Regardless of its noble intention, honesty always triggers an unpleasant response, as though you ended up berrrrrrrrrrrrrding it right out of your mouth. Instead of rewarding me with a kiss, a hug or at least a generous smile for responding sincerely to her enquiry about London’s development vision, Jade’s face turned into resembling the Edward Munch’s painting, The Scream. Therefore, instead of watching and commenting Jade’s televised reports, I now record all her broadcasts, so that she could judge them herself.

Up until yesterday, I kept my word and to avoid future quarrelling; I avoided her TV-reporting, every single one of them. However, last night Jade stringently asserted to watch the documentary devoted to the United Nations’ Convention on the Secret of Divine Civilisation. Jade worked tirelessly on it throughout April, narrating it alongside her colleague Philip Osborne. Aware of my zealous passion for’70’s jazz music and human evolution, she insisted I should stay home and watch it. Besides, yesterday was a public holiday, and since most eateries closed, I decided to prepare a soothing dinner for Jade. I took out the frozen chicken fillets from the freezer, soaked them in warm water, washed the peppers and red onions and began slicing them into thin strips. Then I uncorked the green bottle, before pouring a quarter of the Sancerre’s yellow liquid into the chipped wine glass. After placing the bottle back in the fridge, I strolled towards the living room, plopping down comfortably on our green leather sofa, adjacent to large black and white photograph of Miles Davis kissing his trumpet. Grover Washington Jr’s startling cover of Temptations’ Masterpiece floated pleasantly in the air. Halfway through Grover’s saxophone solo over the punchy bass trombones, the opening sequence of the televised documentary began.

It displayed scenes from the first quarter of this century with Philips’s narrative in the background and disheartening figures occupying the lower part the screen. Most likely, this correspondence finds you sad, culpable, discontent and humiliated with the way the world’s evolving around you. Surely, you must resent your peers’ endowment of irreversibly tarnishing our precious ecosystem. I happened to be completely oblivious to the fact that in your lifetime, poverty brutally exterminated around 25,000 children a day, while half of the world’s population was earning less than $2.50 a day. Apparently, less than twenty percent of all the population retained eighty percent of the world’s overall capital. Philip reiterated that this unequal distribution of global wealth caused recessions, depriving people of their jobs, homes, investments and savings.

Could you imagine if wild animals behaved the same as humans, killing their preys and keeping it exclusively to themselves? If they were to retain their catch, all to themselves like humans do, animals would have gone extinct by now. Fortunately, animals are smarter than us and share, and sustain their future supplies, by also feeding others upon whom they depend. It would have been interesting to see how our society and economy would evolve if copied the way animals handle their goods.

Imagine if money received would expire 24-months from the day people receive them?

It would force them to either spend their excessive amounts or give it away to others that need it, thus contributing to the economy.

About the author

Nolan Jazimreg

Nolan Jazimreg is the author of “The Inconvenient Truth”, a highly contentious dystopian novel, which portrays the life of Isa Iri, an orphan tasked with the daunting mission of uniting the humankind through unconventional insights on happiness, freedom, democracy, religion, and ways in which heaven or hell manifest throughout our lives.

Having undergone a unique and rare life experience, Nolan Jazimreg developed a bipolar condition and setbacks that transcended him into the parallel spiritual realm, which due the “veil” bestowed upon them, most adults can’t experience.

Jazimreg was born to an award-winning TV journalist mother, whereas his father worked as Professor of Psychology at the local University.

Jazimreg spent his childhood in a communist system, then his teenage years in socialist one and his adult life in the capitalism.

Before turning 18, Jazimreg met a wonderful person who fulfilled him, but because of religious differences, he was deprived of his first love.

Jazimreg belonged to an ethnic minority and just like others who spoke the same language as did, were discriminated by his state or other individuals that were an ethnic majority.

Gradually, the ethnic tension erupted into a civil war that forced Jazimreg to flee his home and became a refugee in London.

Hoping that it might aspire younger generations to create a better, just and a peaceful world, unlike the painful one that he journeyed through, Jazimreg began inscribing his first novel that reveals unique experiences and a vision about a different civilization that could be accomplished in the future.

Coinciding with his novels, this blog reveals profound insights into how hatred infiltrates us and oppresses our adeptness to live a contented life that will instigate a comprehensive appraisal of preconceived assumptions about happiness, freedom, democracy, religion, but also heaven and hell, the neglected realms that we experience during our lifetimes, but are unaware of it.

“Being a literature major and an occasional writer myself, I am only too aware of how writers are often very shy to the point of being secretive. It is therefore amazing how Nolan Jazimreg, in his second novel, lifts the "veil" (reminiscent of Shelley's) of the "parallel spiritual realm" whereby he was "transcended" by his condition and its ensuing "setbacks". His aim, in his first novel, is truly admirable--it is to "inspire younger generations to create a better, just and peaceful world, unlike the painful one that he journeyed through". Writing these novels were acts of courage, motivated by a selfless desire to spare the generations that are to come after him, from the wrenching pain of growing up from childhood to adulthood, in 3 political systems that are worlds apart, esp. the first and the third. May we laud him for not allowing the loss of his first love and the discrimination he underwent, to embitter and disillusion him. Most people are afraid of what lies behind the "veil", esp. if, by lifting it, the truth will be revealed in all its brilliance. It takes a writer, a courageous one at that, to dare, and to look at the truth. Instead, he has taken the positive step of writing and publishing these experiences, an example some of us would do well to follow. “
Ethel David

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