Monday, October 17, 2016

CRIMINAL MINDS' SEASON 12... SO FAR



Yeah, so far.
First- there's been grumblings about Thomas Gibson (Hotch) given the boot from the series after 11 seasons but people should remember that Gibson did wrong and was-if harshly- was punished for it. But apparently, people are still feeling sore about it, to the extent that some viewers stated on social media they will stop watching the show now that Gibson is gone.
Second- the abrupt way Hotch was written out of the show, which I have to agree was not cool at all. Okay, he did wrong, but come on... Hotch has been a fixture since Season 1, surely he deserved an on-screen departure, with him exchanging hugs and handshakes with the team. 
But his final scene in his final episode in Episode 2- "Sick Day"; firmly ordering a traumatised J.J (A.J Cook) to take a week off. Take a quick look at the departure of the previous characters:


Elle Greenway (Lola Glaudini) left at Season 2, her final episode was Episode 6- “The Bogey Man”. After what happened to her at Season 1’s finale, she simply wasn’t herself anymore and after refusing to take a psychological evaluation test, resigned from the BAU; placing her badge and gun on Hotch’s table.



Jason Gideon (Mandy Patinkin) left in the beginning of Season 3, in “Doubt”- Episode 1. Traumatised after the murder of his girlfriend at the hands of Frank Breitkopf in Season 2’s finale, he was seen driving off in his car, after leaving a letter to Reid in his cabin. But his actual final appearance was in Season 10, Episode 13- Nelson’s Sparrow, where he was shot dead by the unsub; devastating the team, especially Rossi and Reid.



Alex Blake (Jeanne Tripplehorn) left at Season 9’s two part finale; “Angels” and “Demons”. After Reid’s almost fatal shooting and a little boy being used as leverage against his mother- she quietly sent her resignation to Hotch and Reid sadly watched her leave after finding her badge in his bag.




Kate Callahan (Jennifer Love Hewitt) left at Season 10’s finale- “The Hunt”. After the rescue of her niece from the unsub and being heavily pregnant at the time (Hewitt really was pregnant), Kate decided to spend more time with her family and handed her resignation to Hotch in person.



Derek Morgan (Shemar Moore), who had been on the show since Season 1, left at Season 11- his final episode was episode 18, “A Beautiful Disaster”. After the unsub’s arrest and the miraculous delivery of his son- Derek decided to leave the BAU to be there for his Savannah and little Hank. His departure was the most heartrending; saying goodbye to everyone and leaving the building after one more look at his colleagues at work in the conference room.

Hence, Gibson’s was sort of an all time low- in the next episode- “Taboo”; we are told he is on a “special assignment”. Just that, after 11 seasons!


Thirdly, there have been comments-both positive and negative- about the BAU’s newest member of the team- Luke Alvarez (Adam Rodriguez) circulating social media.
Criminal Minds has its die-hard fans, like most shows. But must people be so mean? Adam has been in 3 episodes so far and yet some viewers have taken an instant dislike to him; some people even saying he is a Derek Morgan wannabe. Derek and Luke are two different characters; Adam is not trying to emulate Shemar. And please remember this actor played Eric Delko in CSI: Miami, hence should be given a chance before being so judgemental and critical about him.
Fourthly, Emily Prentiss (Paget Brewster) is back- to much rejoicing but we are yet to know just how long she’ll be with the BAU this season.


And finally, Garcia’s behaviour towards Luke- I hate it. Since Season 1, I have had mixed feelings about the quirky and talkative analyst- ranging from amused to irritated. And right now, it’s irritation. Garcia hates change, we all know that. But if she can become friends with Rossi, Prentiss, Seaver, Blake and Callahan; why should she display such childish behaviour towards Luke? Luckily, Luke, who seems to indicate he has a few hidden demons, is more amused than offended by her. Yet I hope Garcia’s not exactly endearing behaviour towards him is not dragged on.


Season 12 shows promise, with the addition of Adam Rodriguez. But news is
there’s going to be yet another addition to the cast- Damon Gupton, who is set to play Agent Stephen Walker; and will appear in the season’s eighth episode.

Let’s see how quirky Garcia will behave with him

Friday, October 14, 2016

CARBO FAN FICTION-Déjà Vu CHAPTER 20




Chapter 20
Alamain stared out of the window, lost in thought, not seeing the beauty of the blue sky before him.  For a long time after his shattering discovery, he allowed his anger and bitterness consume him, filled with hatred for the woman who he was now on his way to find and confront. A woman he'd loved so much and thought loved him... something she'd often assured him. And he'd believed it... at least until the fateful night she disappeared. He'd nursed so much anger and bitterness, more so after her supposed death; for a long time wondering just why she did what she did in the first place.
Stumbling on her in Russia had given him a terrible shock, followed by anger and the immediate need to have it out with her. But where to start? He had no idea how to find her... or what name she now went by, if she even changed it at all.
An old friend of his from college, who ran a large and  very successful security and private investigating company, was given the task after Alamain confided in him.  But he came up empty... no trace of Carly Manning, Katerina Alamain or even Katerina Von Leuschner. Which means she must have changed her name. 
Then it finally hit him... Salem. And why not? She once went there to hide from her past... why wouldn't she go back there again? It was once in a million chance and he might end up wrong but why shouldn't he see if his hunch was right?
Hence, his trip over the Atlantic towards America.
To Salem.
 To the woman who betrayed him.
And he vowed to make her pay.
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Clarice rubbed her aching head. Lately, she’d been having trouble sleeping; general restlessness and the same nightmare of the dark menace hitting her. And for some reason, she had also been experiencing a strange and rather disturbing feeling she was yet to understand... or confide in Bo about. He was even happier these days, ever since she moved in with him, hence her reluctance to burden him about it.
‘Knock, Knock...’ Clarice raised her eyes as Bo entered her office. ‘Ready to go to lunch?’
‘Oh...’ Clarice glanced at her watch, surprised at how fast the hours had passed. ‘Sure.’ Getting up, she reached for her jacket.
Bo took her arm as soon as they were out of the building. At her insistence, they didn’t display any show of affection while at work, Clarice still heedful of Hope’s feelings about their relationship. Hope was polite but cool towards her but at least it was far better than hostility and Clarice didn’t want to do anything to antagonise her.
On his part, while Bo understood and respected his girlfriend’s decision, he still felt Clarice was feeling guilt she had no reason to feel towards Hope. And she worried him. Aside from the nightmare she’s been having more often, her moodiness hadn’t escaped his notice. Whether it was the nightmare she’s been having more often these days, he had no idea but he wished she would talk to him about it instead of keeping it to herself.
‘Princess, what’s going on with you?’ he asked finally, over their lunch at the Brady Pub, after watching her pick at her food.
Clarice looked up, green eyes startled. ‘What do you mean?’
Bo sighed, exasperated. ‘Don’t do that, pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about and then shutting me out. You haven’t been yourself lately and you won’t talk to me about it. What’s the point of us being together if you won’t let me in?’
Clarice winced, ashamed of herself. She reached out across the table for his hand, his fingers immediately enfolding hers. ‘I’m sorry. Believe me; it’s not like that at all.’
 Bo squeezed her hand. ‘I want you to feel you can talk to me about anything. So what’s going on? Is it about the nightmare again?’
She nodded. ‘That... and something else. And the reason why I haven’t talked about it with you is because I’m not sure how to describe it and I didn’t want to burden you with it.’
Bo shook his head, his expression incredulous. ‘Burden me?’
Clarice lowered her eyes, feeling even more ashamed.
‘Now, tell me... what is it?’ His piercing brown eyes probed her face. Before she could speak he added, ‘Is it probably second thoughts about moving in with me?’
‘No... No, of course not.’ Clarice said vehemently. ‘It’s just... lately I’ve been feeling so disconnected.’
‘In what way?’
‘In the all the years I’ve been in law enforcement and then later Intelligence... I’ve always been focused on the job. What I did and who I am; protecting victims and serving my country. Then... all of a sudden...’ she stared down at her hand, ‘I feel...’ her voice trembled, ‘I feel it’s not what I was meant for or do... carrying a gun... killing people. All of a sudden, I feel it’s been another person doing that all this time...’
‘Princess, you’ve never killed anyone who never tried to kill you first. It was either them or you.’ Bo reminded her forcibly. ‘You’re a trained agent and a patriot and you’ve been one far too long to suddenly beat yourself up like this.’
Why do I feel like this all of a sudden then?’ Clarice whispered.  ‘This and the nightmares I keep having, it’s almost like I’m living in a stranger’s body, living someone else’s life. Suddenly, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Bo. I just don’t know...’
‘Hey, Hey...’ Pulling her to her feet, Bo held her tightly in his arms, consoling her.  She clung to him, trembling. Worried, Bo made a mental note to consult Marlena again, wishing for the umpteenth time she was home to really help Clarice. Maybe what she was now experiencing was a sign she will actually start remembering things at last.
‘You know what...’ he pulled back to look down at her, running a finger under her damp eyes. ‘I think all this came about from stress.’
Clarice’s eyebrows rose in askance.
‘Think about it, you’ve been running yourself ragged ever since you’ve been on loan and then there was that mission to Russia. You’re pretty much burned out.’ It was most certainly not the case but it was the only thing he can say to calm her and to his relief, her eyes looked a little less haunted as she pondered on his explanation.
‘You’re probably right...yeah, that’s probably the reason.’ She sat back down and Bo moved his chair closer to hers, watching her anxiously. ‘But that nightmare... I don’t know why I keep having it. And it’s always the same one. I can only hear a voice never the face.’ She shook her head, her expression troubled again. Bo rubbed her arm.
‘I wish I knew how I could help you with that, Princess.’
Clarice smiled faintly, touching his cheek. ‘You are, just by listening. You keep reminding me how lucky I am.’ Leaning over, she kissed him. ‘Thank you.’
Bo smiled back, raising her hand to his lips, holding it between his. ‘Tell you what... why don’t we go away somewhere? You certainly need and deserve some time off anyway. I’m pretty sure you’ll feel much better after spending at least ten days on a beach.’
Clarice smiled again, this time a tad brighter than before. ‘That definitely sounds like a good idea. Will you really be able to come with me though?’
‘Not only do I have some unused vacation time, I wouldn’t dream of letting you go alone.’ Bo smiled back, very pleased to see how much she’d cheered up. But he still needed to talk to Marlena.  
Spurred by Bo’s welcome suggestion, Clarice sat straighter in her chair. ‘So what do you have in mind for us?’
‘I’ll let you know at home tonight.’ As he spoke, Caroline came up to them. ‘Hi Mum.’
Caroline patted her son’s shoulder and kissed Clarice on the cheek. ‘I hardly see you two these days.’
‘Work hazard Mum, sorry about that.’
‘I can easily imagine, seeing how Clarice looks right now. She’s got circles under her eyes... just how many hours do you keep this girl working every day?’
‘Mum...’ Bo protested, while Clarice chuckled quietly.
‘I don’t work harder than anyone else down at the station. And trust me; Bo’s a thoughtful boss, even if he can be a bit of a pain sometimes.’
‘Thanks a lot.’ Bo made a face at her. Caroline still didn’t look amused, her eyes on Clarice.
‘Seriously dear, are you okay? You’ve hardly even touched your plate.’
‘I’m fine. I’ve just been going through some stuff but I’m better now, I promise. Bo and I just talked it out and everything’s okay now.’
‘Well, I’ll be more convinced after you get more colour on those cheeks and do something about those lines under your eyes. Now eat up.’ With a smile, she left them. Clarice was somewhat more cheerful as they enjoyed the rest of their lunch break; on the walk back to the station, she was eager to know where they’ll be going for their vacation. They were halfway back to the station when Alamain’s cab pulled up in front of The Java. Paying the driver, he got out; scanning his surroundings through his sun glasses. The same and yet not the same, he thought with no interest. He had no liking for the town now or several years ago. All he wanted to find that bitch and drag her back with him by the scruff of her neck if he had to. She had a lot to answer for.
Inside he ordered a latte, wondering how to broach the subject without arousing suspicion. Salem was not exactly a small town but he knew from experience word spread fast.
‘You’re not from around here.’ The waitress, who looked to be in her thirties, set his order before him, her face mildly inquisitive.
‘It is that obvious?’ Alamain asked dryly.
‘It’s your accent, European right?’
‘You’re very perceptive. Yes.’ He nodded. ‘I am actually here on business... and to catch up on an old friend.’ He paused, the first name coming to mind, ‘Shawn Douglas Brady.’
‘Oh dear... you won’t find Shawn D here I’m afraid. He moved to Chicago with his family ages ago.’
The Bradys left Salem? Damn it! ‘Oh, that’s a shame; I was really looking forward to surprise him.’
‘You can go over to The Brady Pub and ask his grandmother for his address if you like.’
Rewind. ‘But you said Shawn Douglas moved away with his family...’  
No, No... I mean his wife and little girl. The rest of the family still live here. His grandmother, his parents...’
Parents? As in Plural?  Did she actually dare come back to marry him? He sipped his latte, forcing himself to act affable. ‘That’s excellent. I imagine Bo and Carly are still very much in love.’
The waitress frowned. ‘Carly? You mean Hope, right?’
Hope? ‘Uh of course, it’s been a very long time, I got confused. Forgive me.’
The waitress shrugged. ‘No big deal. They got divorced months ago anyway. You would think a couple like those two would stay married forever but it was just one of those things. Bo even has a new girlfriend now. I can’t imagine how Hope’s able to cope working at the same place with her.’
He’d come all the way here for nothing. When he thought of Salem, he’d immediately assumed that Carly had immediately found refuge with the Bradys again, Bo eagerly taking her back into his arms. What a fool he was. Yet he was so sure he would find her here. He sighed angrily as the chatty waitress moved away to attend to another customer.
A wasted journey all together. He might as well just book a suite at the best hotel in this hick town and go home in the morning. He glanced round and then a framed newspaper clip on a wall nearby caught his eye. He put down his cup abruptly and strode over to get a better look.
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Before leaving the station for the day, Bo sent an email to Marlena about the latest development in Clarice’s condition, urging her to get back to him immediately. Now that Clarice was living with him, he could no longer communicate via Video Calls, for fear of her walking in on the conversation.
Roman had something he wanted Clarice’s input on, so she told Bo not to wait for her; requesting that he picked up a movie from the video rental store on the way home. Passing The Java, Bo pulled over to pick up some pastries.
‘Did Shawn D’s buddy stop by the station?’ the waitress asked as he pulled out his wallet.
‘Shawn D’s buddy?’
‘Uh huh... he just arrived in town on business and said he wanted to catch up with him. Of course I told him Shawn D’s in Chicago. But he said a weird thing though... he thought you were married to some woman called Carly.’
Bo’s eyes narrowed. ‘What did this guy look like?’
The woman smiled, the image of the handsome stranger vividly coming to mind. ‘Absolutely gorgeous and the with the most fantastic European accent. Before he left, he kept staring at the clipping we put up there.’ She pointed to it and Bo’s blood ran cold.
As soon as he got outside, he pulled out his cell. ‘Ro, where’s Clarice?’
‘She just went home, why?’
‘Damn it!’
‘Bo... what’s wrong?’
‘Larry’s in town, why else would he be here unless he somehow tracked her down! I have to get to her!’
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Clarice opened the door at the sound of the bell. ‘Hello, can I help you?’  She asked.
Alamain stared at her incredulously, unable to believe her audacity. If it hadn’t been for the newspaper clipping, showing a photograph of her standing between Bo Brady and the town’s Mayor, he would have been none the wiser. And here she was, putting up an elaborate charade. ‘How dare you?’ he hissed, shoving her hard, forcing her backwards.
‘Who the hell are you?’ Clarice snapped, shocked. ‘And what do you want?’
Alamain fought to control his temper, a very difficult task because he was seriously angry. ‘After all these years, years of lies... that’s all you can come up with, you heartless bitch!’ Unable to control himself, he slapped her across the face, causing her to stumble. But he then found himself raising his hands after she pulled out an automatic from under a jacket lying on the couch.
‘Oh no wait...wait... let’s not be hasty.’ He said, anger abating. ‘I’m... I’m sorry I hit you, I didn’t mean to.’
‘Who are you?’ Clarice asked harshly, her gun still aimed at him. ‘Who are you working for... talk!’
He stared at her, now suddenly feeling like he was the crazy one. ‘You know exactly who I am...’
‘Get down on your knees right now!’ a familiar voice snarled from behind. Alamain turned and Bo managed to recover enough to hit him across the face, causing him to fall down hard.  
‘Hold on...’ he said weakly. 
Bo’s fist knocked him out. 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

#SaveMayowa TO #RIPMayowa: THE BATTLE IS OVER






For a long time, the #SaveMayowa campaign to raise money for Mayowa Ahmed, who was stricken with Stage IV ovarian cancer, was one of the most talked about and trending topics on social media. It became a volatile saga  after  Mayowa's family was accused of scamming Nigerians of their hard earned money; in a controversial post by celeb Linda Ikeji. This caused a chain of scepticism, with people taking different sides and views of the matter; the police getting involved to the extent the campaign account was even frozen until it was proven the family was innocent, and allowed them to take Mayowa to South Africa.

Was Mayowa herself aware of what was going on at the time? We will probably never know, but I hope she never did- I cannot imagine that poor young woman lying so ill in that hospital bed, worried and upset at the slander her family got because of one act of bad judgement.

 Mayowa Ahmed died today at a South African hospital and social media is still streaming with condolence messages to the family after her death was announced; genuine sadness at the loss of that young woman who so wanted to be free of that disease. The trend #SaveMayowa has now been replaced by #RipMayowa.

Right now on Twitter, controversial blogger Linda Ikeji is being slammed for that  post she had on her blog (which she later took down), people saying the same thing- her post delayed Mayowa's trip; she probably would still be alive if she had  been flown out of the country at the time she was supposed to be, if not for that damned post.
I have no ill will toward her BUT she should have verified properly before posting it at all and I felt the apology she later gave was not sincere enough and downright smug. Where do you get off issuing a public apology but then say and I quote:

"What I am happy about is that; even if the family had had dubious intentions initially, now they can't do any of that, as everyone is now watching. So maybe a good thing came out of the whole chaos."

I never felt so disgusted in my life.

Some argue Mayowa shouldn't have travelled out at all; Stage IV of cancer was the advanced stage of the disease and from the heartrending photos of her, she really did look far too frail. But the family's determination to get her treatment and her own determination to get well,just  shows they refused to simply give up on her; they believed that she would eventually win the battle with the right treatment. 
Well, now the battle is over; Mayowa Ahmed has gone to rest. Nigerians who donated the money to help her, now mourn her. It just shows how warm people in a country can be, even in this hard times- more than kind enough to try and help out a person in need. 
May the soul of Mayowa Ahmed rest in perfect peace; May God accept her among his chosen few. 
Amen.
Good bye Mayowa. You are at peace now.