Ah'm no feart!

July 27th 2021 1625

Hello all my awesome Readers, how are you today? Had a busy day yesterday so no time to publish anything or do much reading and commenting, I shall rectify that. I have things in the pipeline I am working on as well, so will be doing a few different things this week for you to read!

A big thank you to every who read and commented on my last article about some Scottishisms It was fun to write, and even more fun to read your comments, and see you use words in your articles as wee !

It is fun to try new things I think, don't you?

So today is a wee article following on from the article by @Eylz2021 and the article about being afraid of things .

Ah'm No Feart!

There is a wee bit more Scots for you. Meaning I am not afraid.

Feart means frightened, scared, afraid.

So, what makes me Feart?

Truthfully not that much. I like adventure and am a firm believer of trying anything once!

However I am feart of some things, and these three are in no particular order.

Snakes

Snakes give me the heebie jeebies ! Now how many of you know that one, seems we are having an educational week. Heebie jeebies basically means anxious or apprehensive.

As you might or might not know, here in the UK we don't really have snakes. There are only three species of snake which are native to the UK. These are the grass snake, adder and smooth snake. They are not big and only the adder is poisonous, and generally only found in woodland, so I watch my step when I go visit the wizard 🤣

Seriously I don't as they are not in the East of Scotland where I live.

I rarely dream, but if I do have a nightmare it will be about snakes, they hiss and slither and wake me up with a sweat.

I remember when I was working in Gabon in West Africa, I saw a black mamba on the path in front of me, then the bloody thing moved as if to strike me, I nearly had a jobbie in ma breeks (ma breeks is Scottish for my trousers). There you go some more Scottish words, I hope you are learning these!

Back to the mamba, I looked and noticed it had been decapitated so it was harmless but doing the twitching stuff. But I really was quite feart I can tell you. I had been told if a black mamba bites you and it goes untreated then bam you are dead, no ifs and buts!

I have seen more snakes in the wild, as I said I am adventurous, but they still scare me, I always make noises when I enter a room when I am in a hot country, because you just never know!

Snake picture from pixabay username herbert2512

Being buried Alive

Being from Scotland in the UK, we have a history of coal mining, and there are many stories of being down the pits, and shaft collapsing and miners being buried alive. With so many earthquakes and building collapses that happen all to frequently now, my heart goes out to everyone involved and it makes me anxious all over again.

The thought of your breath being sucked out of you slowly, no sir I don't like that, it makes me feart.

This why I want to be cremated and not buried.

The picture below is of Dunfermline Abbey in the Kingdom of Fife, and it is where I was christened. I do not want to be buried in that graveyard. No Nope No chance is that happening! I might do an article on Dunfermline Abbey, it is fascinating and exudes history. It was a priory in 1070 (can you imagine that over 1000 years ago!) and many Kings of Scotland were buried there, it is why Fife is called a Kingdom.

Here I am getting sidetracked, it is funny I don't like talking what makes me feart.

Guns

This is the last thing on my list. I don't like guns. I moved as a small child from Northern Ireland to Scotland because of the Troubles and knew later my father was held at gun point by the IRA. That is reason enough to be scared of guns, however personally, I have had too many altercations with rebel soldiers and guns. Working in the Oil and Gas Industry I worked in many countries that were oil rich but full of political instability.

I remember one time I was driving to work in Africa, it was six o'clock in the morning and pitch black. I was driving down a track in the jungle when out stepped a soldier with his machine gun aiming at me and the car. So I stopped and rolled down the window (yes people, in those days we had windows you had to wind down, not use a button 🤣). He came up to me and started talking in some local dialect I did not answer. So I answered in French and he starts cursing back in French and waving his machine gun in my face. I point to the seat and he comes around and gets in beside me. Next thing he gets out a bottle of something and starts drinking, he was reeking of alcohol. He starts cursing away and the gun is my face now, and he was on about how he hates the President Bongo and they killed his family. I was getting feart for my life I can tell you. However, I seemed to calm him down and took a swig of his alcohol when he gave it to me, then he realised I was Scottish and not an enemy. He eventually decided to do something else and got out of the car as I was still driving and toddled off back into the jungle from where he had come.

I had similar encounters in Libya, Algeria and Nigeria to name a few countries.

I should say it is not guns I am afraid of it, I appreciate the death and destruction that guns can cause. However it is the person holding the gun that I am afraid of. They are the ones who pull the trigger and cause mayhem.

So enough of this, it is time for happy thoughts, I need food and to finish a long awaited feel good chapter that needs publishing tomorrow!

Thank you for reading you awesome beautiful people.

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