A few month ago I noticed the medicine man from Niger on UN-Drive hawking a cure-it-all liquid, suspiciously looking like urine, under a banner of a mermaid. He was absent from his place on UN Drive in downtown Monrovia for some time, but came back a few days ago. The liquid still has the same vile color, but the mermaid has transformed mysteriously into a kangaroo.
And while the look and smell the same, Kangaroo seems to be much stronger and more useful. True, it does not help you to become “Best in Football” as Mermaid did, but it still helps against most other illnesses cured by Mermaid. Both are obviously a great cure against gonorrhea , even though the spelling is slightly different. Period, onion, bad stomach are also taken care of by both. But in addition to that Kangaroo has the great advantage of helping “Man and Woman who can´t born”, cure “Diabetique” and “Baby Walk”. But its main selling point must be that it makes you “To be cleaver”.
Well, maybe the medicine man should drink some of his own liquid then.
(photos of Floshler and Floscher taken at the same Indian run “hardware store” in Monrovia, whose proprietors see nothing wrong with hawking these cheap junk knock-offs on Fischer. If at least the Chinese copiest could at least agree on ONE spelling)
Leaving aside that the fatherhood of Murphy is less established then assumed (check the Wikipdedia entry) it can be agreed that it is generally formulated along the lines of “If anything can go wrong, it will”.
After my long and varied exposure to Goboachop in Liberia I think there actually is a local version of Murphy´s Law:
If anything can be gobachoped, it will be gobachoped.
With electricity rather fickle and unreliably these days in the compound I was forced to get out my trusty old Coleman Dual Fuel last week again. I had wondered a few days before why the mantles had broken off but had put it down to insects. But when I proceeded to lit the second Coleman (number 1 can be observed burning bright in the background), I suddenly noticed that it was inhabited.
The mouse must have crept in though the vents on top. Like a fish trap, the vents are easy to slip in, but much harder to get out. So the poor mouse was trapped inside, and probably would have starved to death if the power had not quit. I liberated the mouse outside the house, and it hopped away happily.
Fortunately I still had two replacement mantles left, so now both Coleman are back to life.