Children are planning to take over the world in a movement called poto.
How else can you explain that a few weeks ago on a London train a small boy continuously shouted the word ‘poto‘. Fast forward a few weeks to this past Saturday on a flight to Finland another child sat behind me and through the ENTIRE flight shouted poto-o-o.
Curiosity got the better of me and a quick google search revealed that POTO stands for ‘Phanthom of the Opera’.
Well, the ghost/magical child link is obvious if you ask me.
Apart from that, flying with Ryan air was not as soul-destroying as usual. I might have exercised a considerable amount of time in the same position (you can’t even tilt to an angle), but at least I did not have to queue that long. Alongside the idea of eating pig feet, queueing is the worst thing I know.
I dislike queueing less because of the tediousness, than for the arrogance that people demonstrate in queues, the tactless bypassing and pushing forward seems so telling of the lack of kind-heartedness that surround us.
The nature of queueing in Africa is so different than what it is in the West. I’m not saying that Africans are more kind-hearted than Westerners, perhaps it is merely that Africans generally are not in so much of a rush. Let me give you an example. Picture yourself going to a hair salon in Africa for a wash and blow-dry before a night out. Picture you get there and there are five women before you and only three hairdressers. The first woman has been waiting for 2hrs. What would you do?
Yup, I thought so. PatienceIsAVirtueThatMakesYouFeel(AndLook)Good.
I like the word poto as a reference to this kind of patient waiting. Maybe the poto-children are trying to urge us to chill down, to poto, our turn will come.
Why is waiting such a bad thing anyway? Why do you think people get so rude when they queue?Pin It