Chronicles of Fly

So I have been conspicuously absent from this blog (some of us have things to do!), but you better not utter a sound otherwise I will pull a Kaunapawa on you! Not since the days that Archie Moroka was still on generations have I witnessed such drama. It confirms what we already know that although white man are viewed by women as being more romantic and sincere as opposed to us (genital blessed) black men, they are still the biggest sissies on this earth. Warning to Namibian women; Please stop using witchcraft on white man that shit only works on black men, have yaa’ll never heard of Black on Black. I am sure Mr Crowley took one look at her rear end and he could not help himself (she’s got a pretty visage too and that Brazilian hair!). But I will stop milking this story like Trevor Noah telling a Julius Malema joke and move to other interesting happenings. The pretty woman who redefined BEE Speaking of Julius Malema, we have had strange cases in Namibia. Like Paulus Kapia gett

Have you ever had a really bad day? I had many of them at UNAM. Your field report is not finished but the deadline is fast creeping up on you like a ngandjera washe!   You rush quickly to the printers and they are out of ink, and then you think to yourself “what is the worst thing that could happen?”. And before that thought has vanished, your memory stick starts acting funny, then the document won’t open, and then the printer runs out of paper. The end result is your report is late, sub-standard and is printed on funny looking paper.  Have you ever noticed that the more negatively you think and the more pessimistic you are, the more negative the outcome of whatever you are doing? Well things would not be so bad if you were not tempting fate and poking fun at Murphy’s law with statement such as “things can’t get any worse or what’s the worst that could happen”. What my point? Well what I’m trying to say is that negative thinking is really a drag, it’s basically shooting yours

So 98% of Namibia’s teachers are not literate in the English language, why the surprised faces? This is something that has been known for a long time. But in typical Namibian fashion it sparked frenzy, Newspapers were bombarded with letters and texts, facebook lit up like a Christmas tree and Twitter was inundated (add to your vocabulary and look it up)with tweets poking fun at Namibian teachers poor level of English. The fiasco went as far as taxi drivers hurling unkind comments at teachers (trust taxi drivers to rub salt in fresh wounds). Man of the moment Hon. Abraham Iiyambo (no relation, unfortunately), stepped up to the plate as he has done all year to explain that these tests were not meant to fail the teachers but to attain accurate data on their level of English, so as to necessitate their placing in additional English training programs (are you still with me or should I repeat slowly?).  The bravest man in the Namibian government So many fingers are being pointe

I am an honest man; the truth is I ran out of ideas, so I decided to write whatever comes to mind, so they will be no cohesion what so ever in this article, most of it won’t even make sense. I sure hope Conrad Murray does not got to regular prison, because now that he is the guy who killed MJ; I can just imagine the things they are going to do to him in there, don’t drop the soap!.   I doubt if anybody will read this blog, now that everyone is busy with exams. But my statistics will disagree with me, because I know full well how procrastination kicks in during exams.   I still remember those long days and nights spent slaving away to pass my modules on an empty stomach, but somehow I still managed to commit academic genocide. Normally I’m harmless, but with a pen and a calculator I make lecturers tremble. But that was a long time ago, way back in the struggle.  People naturally assume that people like me who speak in sarcasm use it as a screen to hide the fact that we are s

What a week! I made my first start for my social league team system brothers, and it did not go as well as planned, actually it did not go to plan at all. The heat was stifling (Wambo land in December), I got cramp in both legs and had to come off after 15 minutes, otherwise I definitely would have pulled up Michael Owen style. No your eyes are not deceiving you But it could be worse; I could have been a man united player or worse a man united fan. Losing 6 – 1 to the noisy neighbours, I could hear Arsenal fans all over the world laughing, what goes around definitely comes around.  My team (Liverpool, not Oshakati city) drew with Norwich, but it could have been much worse. I could have been a Chelsea fan suffering from yellow fever, losing to a QPR team that had an old guy with grey hair on the field (bummer!). Chelsea were fined 100 000 pounds (yes, I know it’s lot of money) for showing their true thuggish colours and  getting  11 yellow cards, in the 78 th minute the only

I was in bed on Friday night writing, before you scream “BORING!” and label me irrelevant. You need to broaden your mind, it’s the only way you will understand why I am now as allergic to chop-o-life as I am to seafood, although it’s sad that I can’t eat crabs, lobsters or prawns, anything that lives in a shell does not want to be eaten anyways.  So why was I at home, in bed on payday weekend? Well it’s because I have better things to do! So what things are those while people are in Tura chopping life? Well for your information I was formulating the plot of my first attempt at a fictional novel and writing this blog. Why would I do something so boring and not go out and enjoy myself like any normal 25 year old. The answer is simple; I am not like any normal 25 year old. My idea of enjoyment is watching the Currie cup final, although a Liverpool Vs Man united game comes close. Am I white? Heck no! I am a coconut!   I am not an athlete, although at 1.79 m and 70 kg’s; I am no