Global narrative collapse... Part 12 of Soul Insurance (see previously)
XII. The Die is Cast
The hymn of the big wheel played as the review board gathered south of the river
Asase Yaa, finally fed up, had appealed to the ombudsman to take up the matter
For even the claims adjuster had limits to his authority: enter the Regulators.
A decision was made to allow in-flight enforcement actions to proceed, but no further
Still, the claims adjuster, practiced at these things,
made a typically forceful presentation
He bypassed the import of Ananse the Spider and Sika's ploy of the indemnity provision
Leaving the three tribes bereft, they could only offer up suffering as their submission
Thus the regulatory review proceeded
with its own cadence and inexorable deliberation
The claim was upheld on the narrowest of grounds,
the
ledger line of inequality
The claims adjuster had argued, with some success,
about humanity's lack of probity
As Nyame's representative,
the through line of his position had cut through
A
closing ceremony of grief would surely ensue,
at this point, premiums were due
The costs incurred applied even to
the least of us as collateral damage
Albeit deliberate intent among many
reduced the benefits of coverage
For want of a bolt,
humanity had been forced to confront uncertainty
Such are the catastrophic wages of living without integrity
The die was cast, Dear Reader,
and humanity was found wanting
The judgment read:
"Soul insurance does not guarantee you'll avoid liability
It merely protects the bearer
from the worst effects of life's adversity"
Quoth Ananse the spider,
"It's a business, and I'm certainly not a charity"
...
For the past twenty years, the phrase soul insurance has been percolating in my mindscape. I had a different interpretation than
Angie Stone's original formulation, and the
variations started to
show up in my
writings. Elliptical, I circled around it as the conception proved elusive. Eventually, while going
back to basics, a throwaway sentence unlocked an approach to tackle it, the folktales I've embarked on.
This was the one that got away, 150 stanzas and 8,000 odd words later, the quick ditty that a stray phrase evoked became a recasting of sprawling world.
The muse will what she wants and I dared not question her, for, indeed, the two weeks of fevered writing were an escape, a palate cleanser that I hope you've enjoyed. My self-imposed
constraints mean that publication is often delayed and, in this case, it is an article of faith to expect that these tales would still resound well twenty months after they were conceived, and without the interactive feedback that they seemed to demand. Yet I adhere to Garcia Marquez's maxim that "Any idea which couldn't withstand a few decades of neglect is not worth anything". I have to trust that delayed gratification will not blunt my words, and that we can abide by the global pause.
As I write,
Brazil, and now
India, are having their turn as
new epicenters of our covidious predicament. I'd rather be wrong, but it rather seems that
the die is cast:
global narrative collapse, the
tale of the lost stories. I'll lay my cards on the table, I can only
offer soul insurance as the way forward.
April 27, 2021
I have just booked a trip to England. My ostensible purpose is to get a stamp in my passport that will keep my notional residency in Her Majesty's lands legitimate. I am hedging my bets against this American episode; the stamp is my soul insurance if you will. Refugees all, we in Africa are no strangers to dislocation, in many ways it is our close friend. As the song goes, wherever I lay my hat, that's my home.
— Bags and Stamps
One cannot but stare at the trainwreck when it comes. But how does one equip oneself to face the abyss? Where does one buy soul insurance? In a dark time, perhaps social living is the best.
— Of No Fixed Abode
Wist presents an opportunity for resolve, it is a brief respite in that moment as you gather yourself up for the next task, the next struggle. Wist is a flight to quality, a premium bond for these subprime times. Wist is soul insurance that actually pays you back when you file your later claims.
— Wist
We can afford the taxes due on dividends in kind
For love is the defined benefit of soul insurance
— Structural Adjustments
Nyame's claims adjuster resolves the matter with soul insurance
— Nuts and Bolts
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A
soundtrack for this note. (
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Soul Insurance (Index)
A covidious folktale
- Ananse and the Chief's Scribe
- Enter the Claims Adjuster
- An Audience with the Linguist
- Pity the Mink
- Short Sale
- Excessive Liabilities
- Premiums Due
- Soul Insurance, a playlist
- Indemnity Provisions
- Full Circle
- Enforcement Actions
- The Die is Cast
This cautionary tale is part of a series: In a covidious time.
File under: humour, satire, culture, observation, folktale, Ghana, Africa, storytelling, whimsy, myth, coronavirus, pandemic, Social Living, Things Fall Apart, Observers are worried, Buyer's Remorse, covidious, poetry, toli
Writing log: Parts 1-8 March 21 - 28, 2021; Parts 9-12 April 7-10, 2021
