The First Third of November

One third of November has passed by, there has yet to be frost in the morning here in my part of Britain and feeling frustrated is normal. There is an ongoing genocide happening throughout the world. Thousands of Christians are being killed every month in Nigeria and countless others are being killed in Sudan for being Christian or "too black?"'. I can't do anything about it. The President of Nigeria, Bola Tinubu is downplaying the genocide; this isn't the '90s, everyone has smart phones, they all have advanced cameras in their pockets as an accessory and they share their persecution with the world, I see pastors standing in mass graves calling out for help, I see body bags and blood stained burned out churches. What can I do? the only thing I can do is write down the truth and hope we can stop this crisis. Being frustrated is pointless when I know I can't do anything other than share the truth. Even when Donald Trump spoke out, social media was peddling a view of a oil lobbyist with his own interests. He's a brave man, he must have known many would react that way. I hope that other leaders stand up and speak up. 

I distract myself. I look at things. I was looking at a coffee coloured coat, it had a hood at the back and some zipped pockets. I thought it looked very nice and the price was quite low. I read through all the reviews. I look at things to stop feeling frustrated sometimes, other times it is a way to stop feeling angry or stressed.