Mister Justified

Portrait of real capitalism-optimism in an otherwise challenges-rich Blue Planet for cross-towns (Boston-Abuja) for what makes candy-IQ a 'thing' of jigsaw (for all).

A world ventures piece/romance/fable, set in Nigeria and New England. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations/comment).

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FANZINE: What brought you to Abuja, Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic?

AMLAN: Armored truck robbery for moved/rumored 'blood diamonds' is pre-funds.

FANZINE: You were doing street eco-theater with water-gun loaded with acid?

AMLAN: I'm not giving you my name/whereabouts on this cyber-chat, mister.

FANZINE: What's in Nigeria?

AMLAN: Model-photo cyber-dioramas for my chocolate company venture.

FANZINE: You made $15M on Wall-St. during the '09 mini-crash (Ford?).

ABUJA MODEL: I make 'wage' you were some Robin Hood in Boston-town, mister.

AMLAN: Maybe I'm just a capitalist with eye for art(s), model woman ('Supergirl').

ABUJA MODEL: Happy in Nigeria, for chocolates-retirement view, mister?

AMLAN: I could be, if I found a princess for this vampire universe, ha.

ABUJA MODEL: I have an aunt who writes vampire pieces (shorts).

AMLAN: That's cool (Facebook-like).

Mr. Satan moved from Boston to Abuja after making some eco-vigilantism 'expression' for street art by gossip and found special chocolate and soccer (or 'football' as it was called outside America and in Nigeria!) money 'IQ' alongside his new muse, Daphne (an Abuja aspiration-model for his cyber-company Wonderwall). Wow, this was capitalism with that slant of idealism we all thought was simply inaccessible or drowned by consumerism frowns and capitalism threats/tremor (i.e., terrorism), Facebook-like!

Amlan made some nifty exchanges to cyber-link Wonderwall with Nigerian treasure distributions sideshows for his employees and focused on the chocolate-model dioramas online that would make Nigeria as pronounced for micro-venture as the Ivory-Coast had become for cocoa/soccer (or 'football'), Facebook-like.

DAPHNE: I don't feel like one of those more famous Nigerians (now!).

AMLAN: You look like one of them, Daphne (promises!).

DAPHNE: Well, I'm less unsure now you were Robin Hood in Boston-town.

AMLAN: You're the thief-of-my-heart, Daphne (promises!).

DAPHNE: Well, 'soccer' is called 'football' in Africa, love.

AMLAN: I know it, and you're my translation(s)-queen (Facebook-like).

Armed with fun soccer-water toys for an Abuja-Xmas in '25, Mr. Satan thought about Boston-town memoirs of cheering for the Sox (Series-stuff) and now about the AFCON (world-soccer tourney invitational only for African countries). The Xmas-toy 'thing' for Wonderwall would prove nice-feather for his eco-profile and his eco-website complementing his chocolate-candy company successes for the Ego (wow).

JOURNAL_EXCERPTS: "Well, this New England past is complementary for an African Xmas-season of Western IQ for Nigerian/Abuja ghost-magic for soccer (or 'football') for capitalism superstitions for the Ego...maybe Martians do for deed envy such Earthling/realm field goals for leviathan/uncertainty."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)