I Love MCR (Manchester) Photos Part 3

Wondering in the streets of Manchester I took several beautiful pictures. I took all these photos yesterday the 24th of August 2011 but unfortunately I noticed my camera put a different date and different time. All my shots are over two hundred.  Every picture tells a story.  They are all unique. I am proud to share these exquisite images with you.  I hope those few images I am going share with  you will highlight my experiences. I think yesterday is the day I  have reached the climax of photographing that I never knew it exists but simply by playing with the camera had opened a new avenue for me.  I hope you are all going to love them as I did.

I took this image outside  of Heron Building.

One of the streets in Manchester.

A great mixism of old and new buildings.

Really beautiful.

The Metro bus just stopping at a perfect time.

The street packed with cars as they manoeuver slowly .

The bustling community of Manchester. The tallest building popping up is the Hilton Hotel.

I was mesmerised with this window display.

Yes I adore MCR its full of life.

The passage way.

So beautiful.

Gracious God help me as I crossed this pathway.

Hilton pops out a lot better on a slightly closer range.

Photograghing doesn’t go better than this. I loved it. Even today I can’t believe that I have done this.

The Midland Hotel.

Some Near St Peters’s square.

St Peter’s Square.


The back side of Manchester town Hall.

A  different scene.  I love it.

Good Infrastructure In Manchester.

I Love MCR.


Outstanding Buildings.

Are the two going to collide?

Thank God I know what I am capable of.

That a big Advertisement that I have done them. Thanks to my wonderful camera.

Mosley street, just next to Piccadilly gardens.

I have two more pictures to add but my computer could not allow me at the present. Hope you are all going to enjoy.

I Love MCR (Manchester) Part 2

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Having browse through the magazine I noted down two things: first, a part whereby two A-Level students
were interviewed an and on the last question it says, Do you think project management should be taught at all schools at A level? The answer given back was: Yes, because it gives younger people the life skill of planning, Project management can be applied to organising almost anything. Project management is an incredible life skill that is applicable to all jobs, industries, relationships and life-long learning.



With this in mind I put the free magazine in my bag and hoping to read more of it on my spare time. I stood up
from the comfortable sofa and went to a nearby window and the scenery I saw outside from the second floor reception of Heron building forced me to pull out my camera from my bag. Once retrieved the camera. I started to take some shots. I looked on them and they were very beautiful and very encouraging. I started to take photos on different angles of the building. I was moved with the results that I felt it would be unfair if I don’t share with the mystified receptionist who was swerving her chair whilst her left hand picked up chocolate sweets every five minutes.  I went to her and showed the shots. “Oh! They are really beautiful. Is that what you have been doing? I was wondering all along what on earth you were doing? But seeing these photos gave me the realisation how good you are with the camera. I liked them. Keep it up,” she said with a cheerful tone.

I was happy with the comments and then I decided I should not be waiting for my friends but to go out and have fun. I said goodbye to the receptionist as I found my exit. Outside the building I continued with my hobby. Grabbed different scenarios and still they were very encouraging that at last I decided to take more of Manchester city. I spent two and half-hours taking some photos that only cover a quarter of the city but the rewards were very good and truly satisfying. Some of the photos are truly incredible and I would love to share with you probably some but not all.

I Love MCR (Manchester). Part 1

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It was yesterday the 24th of August 2011 when I was in Manchester town and I was suppose to meet some of my colleagues from Social Media at the Central Library but unfortunately I was thirty minutes late due transport delays on the way. So I missed the big opportunity to take part in filming, photographing and extracting information of when the Manchester town hall was built etc.

 Having ruined the opportunity I visited the Heron building and went to see a young lady called Neen, the organiser and still believing that I might have chance to reunite with my friends. Neen tried her best to contact my colleagues but alas their phones were put on silence. In the end we sent text message to inform that I was around and they could contact me later. I sat for a long time in the building wondering what should I do to occupy myself. I picked up one of the magazines from the shelf. Literally talked about Project management. One of its phrases says,“Competent people deliver successful project.”

 There was another article specifically centred on CHINA’S HIGH-SPEED SLOW DOWN.  I will give you the brief account of the story. It said. “China’s high speed rail network is in danger of going off the rails after sacking the railways minister and series of other corruption investigations have delayed construction, The Economist reports. In 2008, China had only 649km of high-speed railway. It now has nearly 8, 400km, four times as much as the next largest network (Japan’s). The total will approach 19,000km by 2014, according to analyst at USB, a Swiss bank. That would be ten times as extensive as Japan’s. Estimates for the project range $530 billion to $750 billion. But question marks were raised over these plans after the sacking in February of Liu Zhijun, the minister responsible for high-speed network. He was accused of accepting 1 billion yuan ($152m) in bribes. Zhang Shuguang another top official in the railway ministry, was later dismissed for corruption. State auditors also reported that $28m had been embezzled from 1.300km high-speed line between Beijing and Shanghai, the highest-profile of China’s many rail projects.”

Having read that it amazes me how much time and effort that people put into something as big as that to make it successful. It also reminded me of my friend who visited China in 2008 on a business trip and when he came back he told me of these high-speed train and that he had also boarded one from Beijing to Shangai.

On this story, the word corruption has been mentioned leading to dismissal of railways top officials. Their own downfall came when it was only discovered that they accepted bribes. One prominent singer from Zimbabwe, Thomas Mapfumo, sang a song of corruption. He said, “Corruption in the society. Nothing for nothing.” On my point of view he sang after he recognised that corruption was spreading like cancer in our country. Starting from the government officials and spreading down to the main stream. There is an old saying that once the head of fish is rotten the whole body is also rotten.  “Back door” became a common word sometime in Zimbabwe.  If you really need something just use the back door. It became very successful that it born Favouritism, Nepotism and Scandals that were never resolved.

At the time when it happened I was very young to understand and I only thought its only things that happened in Zimbabwe but surprisingly as I grew up and became mature I came to understand it was not only my native country where these things happens but a global disease. It was like fungi. Here in England we had a series of stories of prominent ministers, top police officials who disgraced themselves by accepting bribes. Some of the officials went away with it and never brought to the courts.  This fraudulent behaviour it seems it does haven’t an end. So who can sort who when who had a big log in his eyes?

Taste life and Don’t waste life.

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I was coming from Spindles gym in Stockport and visiting one of my friends who needed some assistance. At 10:40 am on the way I saw a big green car, parked on the road, and on its back I noticed a written phrase “taste life and don’t waste life.” I thought about the phrase and I came to a conclusion that it is true that as human beings there are times when we have failed ourselves. Human nature allows us to explore different pathways through life but some paths lead us nowhere. Time can be consumed doing the wrong things and it could be with a wrong or right motive. People can be influenced by the  environment. Some people are easily influenced by peer pressure, and get  involved in drug dealing, gangster culture, prostitution, torment and torture. To some it’s general laziness that devours them and to others its procrastination.
There are thousands of things that occupy human minds and we realised later how they have shattered our lives. Unknowingly  they became our idols. The main obstacle to your success is yourself.

 So how do we describe the word waste in simplest terms? Rubbish, trash, junk and litter are all  unwanted or useless materials. In biology waste is any unwanted substances or toxins that are expelled from living organisms such as urea, sweat and faeces.

 How do we taste life?  The word taste it has a wider meaning, to put it in  simpler terms, every day we taste things. It could be food, drinks, alcohol or drugs and everything that we taste has a  flavour. They are two components of flavour: natural and artificial. Some flavours are sweet, sour, bitter, tangy etcetera. We have the trigeminal senses that detect the irritant in the mouth and throat as well as the temperature and texture.

 When people say taste life, what they meant is that one should experience it, go through, live through, feel it, undergo but they do not tell you not to give up.  Some people taste or live the life of a rich man; some taste or undergo the life  of a vagabond and the list is endless. Sometimes you live through hell and you want to give up and something in you told you not do it or to hold on and to those who found it unbearable they finally give up.

 I am still talking about a phrase that I read on the green car this morning: “taste life and don’t waste life” A phrase that brought some eplosives changes in the little village I live. It had a great impact on me. I am someone who always observe the surroundings it could be anywhere I go. A broken glass lying on the ground could have a meaning . I always analyse and think critically. This is the real world we live in.

 Later at 2pm this afternoon, when I was coming from my friend’s house, I saw a fleet of police cars and ambulances parked a few hundreds yards from my street. I noticed several small groups of local residents and passers-by standing a couple of yards from the officers. My instincts just told me that something was wrong. With a mind of a journalist, I hurried in my house and quickly grabbed my camera, and rushed out. I deliberately hide my camera as  a way not to grab people’s attention as I took the photos.  Unfortunately  a few people noticed it, and they did not like it.

On the way I met up with a lady who was just coming from her car and meet up with her children, who quickly flew to her the moment they saw her. With ease, the children told the story that one man in one of the houses had committed suicide. I said, “Did they found him alive?” “No. He is dead,” said the children in unison. “So who found him?” It was I probing again. “His girlfriend,” the children replied. “ She came, knocked the door, calling his name several times, she broke the door to get access in the house and finally she found him hanging.” I was shocked to the core and I left the children with their mother as I moved closer to the incident place. One lady asked me with a vehement tone and said, ” why are you taking photos, can’t you see there is police cars and ambulances?” Silently I said these are the skills for journalism, a story with a vivid picture gives a punch. Instead I said to her:“I didn’t know that it was a crime?” It’s kind of a rude answer but certainly it put her off. I deliberately asked her question. “Could you tell me what happened?” She said, “No. I know exactly what happened but I am not going to tell you.” I did not want to embarrass her to say I know what she thought I didn’t know. So I trailed off and moved to another small group of people, which was invitingly and after exchanging greetings, they involuntarily told me the story and it was the same story as  the one that I had heard from children.

I became part of the group and stood for a long period with them. We chatted quiet easily. It was a while when I was standing and I saw a blond lady just coming closer to us.  She said, “ She was a night mare. Everyday she called him a paedophile.” I couldn’t believe it and we all nodded in disgust. Stories floated in and got to know a bit of the deceased’s background. The late and his girlfriend were always on loggerheads. The girlfriend never ever gave respect to her boyfriend. She tormented him daily and sometimes on the streets to the extend that some neighbours had to lift up their windows to find out the source of the commotion.  The two had children together and that at some stage the children were taken away from the parents by the social services  when the deceased made a first attempt to kill himself using the pins. Later the children were brought back into their family.

 The bombshell of the story emerged later when a group of passers-by came near us and one of them said, “Did he do it? We were with the girlfriend yesterday and she took a rope , went and gave to him.” It was horrible and I could not believe what my ears were hearing. When the group past us we looked into each other’s eyes with another woman and we were equally dumbfounded with the news. “How could she do like that? We thought he killed himself without being aided,” “How stupid it is to give someone a rope to tie himself?” said one the children who were standing next to us.

 In a nutshell the events of today knocked me. It was a while when I remembered the phrase “taste life and don’t waste life.” It seemed surreal that what I had seen as a phrase this morning had become life in the events of today. Life is a gift. One should cherish it. When it seems that the whole world resents you there is always a loving, caring man. He knows yours thoughts and he will give you love and peace in your heart if you only allow him to touch you and his name is Jesus.